[Intro: Kill Dyll]
I'm so sick of these copies, knowing that I'm nothing better
I put these parts in epoxy, I'm livin’ dark like I'm donny
Might dismember a body, I’d never fuck with them anyway
If I had any hobbies, it is to admire the industry
I don't fuck with these labels, that's why I keep them right under me
With their hand in the jar and their eyeballs stuck in the cutlery

[Chorus: Jackson Rose]
I don't care what you say
Leave the rotten out to dry
Cut out negativity
Like a butcher with a knife
I don't care what they say (Yeah)
Care what they say (Agh)
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say (Yeah)
Care what they say

[Verse 1: Kill Dyll]
Flesh in the basement, always been cut by the hated
All of these fuckers been killed by their lack of ambition
Incision inside of their neck dead, makin’ it rain led
Makin’ the dead bleed and makin’ the lakes red
Fuckers that hate me are nothin’ but loose steps
Nothin’ but who cares, sharin’ no food left
Starvin’ the unfed, with nothin’ but Kool Aid
I’m aidin’ the loose heads, with thoughts that are inbred
[Verse 2: Jackson Rose]
Peel away the skin upon my face
It’s not like my expressions ever mattered anyway
So cut away the flesh and reattach it on the face
But make sure the stitching’s loose in case you hate that for my take
I pop a couple staples straight into my cheeks
Cause as of recently I find the smiles don’t come easily
My lies satisfy, when the truth is what you deny (Agh)
No one saves, says a bitch running the fuckin’ side
Ow, move, skulls in my graveyard
(Ah-ha-ha-ha) Is how the day yard
With the blood runs out, when I turn you to a spouse
Runnin’ down your neck, keeping you a check
Get a Harlow, I’ll get yourself when I'm pulling your retinas out
Find a KitKat, in your trick-or-treat bag
Bat now stab, don’t you know I own a fuckin’ Saw trap?
Passing down your hate is like passing down your genes
Duplicate your frail frame of inconsistencies

[Bridge: Jackson Rose]
I don't care what you say
Leave the rotten out to dry
Cut out negativity
Like a butcher with a knife
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't—
[Verse 3: Kill Dyll]
Somethin’ inside of my head is sayin’ I'm better off dead
I'm better off fillin’ the void, with feelings revealing my poise
In violent crimes, imbalanced lies
I never wanna hear your voice, or see your face
I can't believe you think this way, you're such a waste
I really wanna cut your neck and leave you dead

[Outro: Jackson Rose]
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say (Agh)
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say