I Don’t Give A Shit Kerser (Ft. Sarm)

[Chorus]
I don't give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don't give a fuck if you think you're the best
What we're spittin' caving in your whole chest
I don't give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don't give a fuck if you think you're the best
What we're spittin' caving in your whole chest

[Verse 1: Sarm]
Oi bruz, better move, better shut up
What I spit here will make your team stutter
Screamin' out he's a nut-nut-nutter
Call me Jamie Oliver, fuck-fuck-fucker
I get naked, your girlfriend's lover
Chef shit, cook it up let's shucka
Hungry as hell, after my tucker
Steppin' to me? You'll be mute like plucka
Get ready for Kerser and Sarm
You merk from above, straight merkin' the young
Get hurt in the bum, 'cause you're thirsty for cum
To me, you don't exist like sers in a run
See that, never cause a commotion
Like a black bear, forced in the ocean
I'm a tag rare, forced in the moment
You're a black queer, snorting the lotion
You get kicked, hit, thrown aside
When we spit shit, stonerfied
You get ripped bitch, open wide
For a quick kid, motorbike
Don't ever try step to the best
Get left in a mess like feds in a dress
Faggots! We'll leave you stressed and depressed
Kerser and Sarm the best meds to ingest