I Give Zero F🖕🏻ck's 💯 Country Lunatic™ #original #countrytrap

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Title: I Give Zero Fucks
Artist: Country Lunatic™
Label: F.O.W.B Independent Records™
Faction: Lunatic Nation™

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💯 Lyrics 💯
You want savage?
I got bloodstains still drippin’ from a verse I ain’t even dropped yet.
I don’t rap — I testify.
This ain’t no goddamn hobby — this is genocide for the snakes that smiled at me.
Let’s fckin’ ride.

I was born where the roaches got squatter’s rights,
Where the dope smoke thick as them dog fight nights.
Had a shiv at twelve, had a Glock at thirteen,
Caught my first body cryin’ in a meth-smoked dream.

Ain’t no savior in this trailer — just demons with deals,
I seen moms pawn they kids just to cop them pills.
I had feds in the trees, dogs on my scent,
So I buried the stash in my granny’s cement.

I move like a ghost with a graveyard pace,
I pistol-whipped a plug with his own briefcase.
I got felonies folded in my backwood Bible,
And a list of fake fcks waitin' on they rival.

I don’t blink in beef — I grin with the tech,
I done robbed dope lords who ain’t breathed since yet.
Gator gut trunk jobs, pine box pride,
Fck a bodycam — we shoot then slide.

I give zero fcks, not a crumb, not a fleck,
I cook meth with a limp and a chain 'round my neck.
Got white rage brimmin', blood-laced pride,
I don't pray no more — I just testify.

I give zero fucks, not one goddamn grain,
I been runnin’ from the Devil with a half-lit brain.
Still servin’ pain out the back of a Dodge,
No regrets, no mask, just a full-time job.

I got Glock switches hotter than my baby mama's temper,
I shoot first, then I vanish like a county ghost member.
Burner phone buzzin’ like a rattlesnake tail,
All my opps went quiet — must be dead or in jail.

I flipped scripts to survive, I cooked bricks in the frost,
Broke a jaw for a cross word, cut ties like a boss.
I got trauma I don't even tell my goddamn reflection,
Got a teardrop tatted over every lost connection.

Ain’t no therapy in these woods, just revenge with a scent,
I put steel in the mouth of a rat — call that rent.
They talk loyalty 'til they cuffed and cracked,
But I eat what I kill — I don’t barter, I trap.

That white boy genocide? Naw — I’m resurrection,
I built empires from pain and infection.
I’m the roach in your safe, the crow in your trees,
The last motherfcker you should beg or tease.

I give zero fcks, no plea, no pause,
I’ve been court-appointed, jail-locked, still breakin' the laws.
Got blood on my boots and shame on my chest,
But I ain't never folded, never confessed.

I give zero fcks, not a flick, not a breath,
I sold death in a bottle and I slept with death.
I done seen sh1t that’ll make Hell look kind,
I put bodies in the earth just to quiet my mind.

Yeah, I mourn in silence and I kill out loud,
I don't trust no preacher and I don't fear no crowd.
I watched brothers overdose in pis-stained sheets,
Now I cook revenge on propane heat.

I sell pain with a smile, grief by the gram,
Make a snitch wear his tongue like a goddamn brand.
I don’t flash for the ‘Gram — I flash for the dead,
Empty clips in the wind just to honor what bled.

My son’s the only reason I ain’t hung from the rafter,
But I still keep a blade in the Book of the Pastor.
I tried rehab — failed, tried prayin’ — worse,
So I stuffed all my guilt in a Southbound hearse.

I give zero fcks, I was born this raw,
White trash warlord with a bloodstained jaw.
Got plugs in the swamp, got shells in my bed,
I send shots for the lost and the ones I ain't fed.

I give zero fcks, and I dare you to test it,
I don’t beg for a seat — I press it, then bless it.
It’s F.O.W.B, 'til the dirt take me,
And Lunatic Nation gon’ stand like the plague made me.

No mask. No mercy.
No fakes. No peace.
I’m Country Lunatic…
I came from the gutter — now I’m eatin' with beasts.

So when they ask what I got left to give…
Tell 'em: zero fucks, and one hollow tip for each.