DGAF
You don’t deserve my schemes clown, this a free round, no way match ‘close’ (clothes)
You’ll get a free-‘style’, give R-L. but it ain’t Ralph though
You took a gamble when you battled, better fold them up
Cause if you flop, you’re in the river with my old dead chums
I’m the King, leave prints (prince) in battles like I wrote “when doves cry”
I’m rainman’s dad, when I get on a roll, f-son! (bye)
You have glaring flaws, and worship girls you’ll never get to know
Medusa staring Marshall down’s a better chance at turning em-a stone
Face it man, you shouldn’t fuck with this battle type rap
I’d criticize your skill with rhymes, but I don’t think that Crash would like that
Shit dawg, this kid’s small and I’m the Big Chris Wallace
You big too, but sorta more like Big “L”, or Big Sean is
So stand in line and claim that you have fam united
But be damned if I let any fan of mine become the champ of my shit
Vs
Rollefsen
Mr. D-G-A-F, I have one thing I need you to understand,
That Eminem inspired name that you rap under, Stan,
Is Criminal, on the literal you're the new version,
Of an Eminem-Juggalo rapper, with better struggle verses,
No surprise here if you decided to try dyed hair,
Try wearing wifebeaters, rapping like "Hi there,
My name is... Actually, the truth is I'm nameless,
With no talent to be wasted, let's face it",
Wanna be like Eminem? Tentatively, lets pretend again,
That for every one of you, there isnt ten of them,
Who are even better than you, but just as generic,
Thats what your name says about you 'cause you wear it,
Why is everyone annoyed? Well, if your ask me,
Its 'cause Mr. Don't Give a Fuck still won't leave