Guess Who Don't
(The Mad White Rapper)
Summary
I was inspired to write this by a song 50 Cent, “How to Rob”, released in the summer of 1999. How to Rob describes how 50 Cent, an unknown rapper at the time, would rob the biggest names in hip-hop if he was given the chance. It also features The Madd Rapper.
This is what I went for in my writing. Everyone that I mention in this song is far more successful than I am, and I have a lot of respect for that. However, “the battle” has always been a fundamental component of hip-hop. This is especially true for new artists.
As a white rapper myself, I thought it would be more logical to aim at other white rappers. The incorporation of “mad” is in reference to Deric Michael "D-Dot" Angelettie’s character The Madd Rapper. This fictional character is a rapper that won’t ever make it and has resorted to hating on everyone else’s success.
Lyrics
Guess Who Don't (The Mad White Rapper) Lyric Video
Chorus
Oh, you dropped a new album… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And your last one went platinum… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And you number one streaming… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Guess who don’t give a fuck.… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Oh you sold out your shows… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
and you got all the hoes… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And You got that new beamer… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Guess who don’t give a fuck.… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Verse One
Hi, I’m Guid-O, a serial rappist.
More fucked than Peter Parker with a fear of arachnids.
What you hear in this track list, put the fear in these rappers.
Guid-O grab the mic… pew pew… like the chapels.
I’m broke and broken. So, either way I’m feeling shoddy.
A slutty attitude. I’m like “Fuck everybody!”
that aint bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid.
Cuz most of what’s on the radio today is just dog shit.
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in brail.
Got Helen Keller like, “that shit is impressive as hell.”
The cynical bitchin critics, they like, “Oh my god this…
Bag of white trash makes Gerald look like Mr. Rogers.”
Like a pregnant hooker, at the end of her shift.
I’m almost out of motherfucking fucks to give.
So, fuck MGK and his resting bitch face.
By the way… how does Michael Bay’s dick taste?
Chorus
Oh, you dropped a new album… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And your last one went platinum… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And you number one streaming… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Guess who don’t give a fuck.… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Oh you sold out your shows… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
and you got all the hoes… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And You got that new beamer… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Guess who don’t give a fuck.… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Verse Two
I was a kid, bumping Dre, Tupac and Snoop.
Didn’t know what it meant, but I’m like fuck Tim Dog and Luke!
I like Tom McDonald, just don’t think his tape dope.
Cause he don’t do no pedophilia anal rape jokes.
Met David Burd and I was like “hey, yo, what’s up bitch?”
“Did they name that show after you cuz it sucks dicks?”
Macklemore sucks, his whole album was lame.
Proof a fucking fag and a gay aint the same.
You can’t forget that cookie, No-Action Bronson.
He hasn’t see seen his dick since Pat was ballin.
Fat dirty bastard couldn’t get no pu-tang.
Tried to be a Killa, take a bite off of Wu-Tang.
Just the other day I met Kain Cioeffe.
Fuckin prick misspelled my name on my latte.
Dig up dead rappers, Tim Burton and Voodoo.
Bring Mac Miller back just to murder him too.
Chorus
Oh, you dropped a new album… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And your last one went platinum… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And you number one streaming… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Guess who don’t give a fuck.… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Oh you sold out your shows… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
and you got all the hoes… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
And You got that new beamer… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
Guess who don’t give a fuck.… Guess who don’t give a fuck.
