Released on November 18, 2011

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[Intro]

I say fuck it


[Verse]

They sayin' really we ain't havin' it, nah

I'm like you don't know the half of it

And if you standing stupid waiting for an ovation

Well then bitch, I'ma have to clap at ya, bam

I hope that you could walk it off

It's really a shame you can't duck down a little faster

Now you on ya knees like ya bowin' to a master but

This ain't slavery, nah

You ain't shit to me, nah

You ain't piss to me, uh-uh

You ain't spit to me, nah

Your bitch? Well, she can suck a dick for me

If I get it up for that old dirty dirty

I give her no presents, money or concern

On 7-Eleven cause she can have a cum Slurpee

Straight line of drugs and money, honey, there's no curvin'

There's no swervin', I'm so certain, It's so careless

For any lame who ain't with this shit, its so urgent

Let me help you out, I won't take it serious

That's why when I spit this sick shit it will make you furious

But stop

Let me take you to a new dip

Through the woods and glitter that's the place where you can find it

But look

Lyin' in this new spot

Someone scared as hell, taped up

There's no masquerades

How you make police a call and

How they track your phone when it's laying there in pieces, bruh?

Hah, I'm laughing cause I know I got a funny fact

I wanna see your face once you realize that you ain't coming back, oh

I'm so much colder than snowcaps

And if that global warming shit is real I still won't go bad, yeah

And then that sound from that right hand

Make you think of Rubble's daughter's friend

That's Bamm-Bamm

And now, let me get some final thoughts (Yeah)

Fuck it, I take you to the water trough (Damn)

I'm no goodnik, I'm so hood rich

I so shouldn't, I so wouldn't


[Outro]

What the fuck is this?

I really, really— Fuck is this?

“Let me take you to a new dip Through the woods and glitter that’s the place where you can find it”
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Referring to a secret skinny-dipping spot in the woods.

“This ain’t slavery, nah You ain’t shit to me, nah You ain’t piss to me, uh-uh You ain’t spit to me, nah”
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Jack doesn’t give a fuck about you, you’re nothing to him

“It’s really a shame you can’t duck down a little faster”
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Jacks nihilistic ambiance on this track translates towards this individual, illustrating how he wishes they didn’t just hop on their bandwagon during their surge in popularity like everyone else

“They sayin’ really we ain’t havin’ it, nah I’m like you don’t know the half of it”
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After their small brush with popularity, SALEM was rife with controversy. Music journalists and publications critiqued their work with accusations of cultural appropriation and spuriousness. Jack is directly addressing these detractors, saying that they don’t know where he came from and what he’s about, and generally that he doesn’t give a shit what they think about his group’s music.

“Now you on ya knees like ya bowin’ to a master but”
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He belittles them for following along with the rest, “bowing” towards Salem only when it benefits themselves.

“Make you think of Rubble’s daughter’s friend That’s Bamm-Bamm”
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Referring to the Flintstones character Barney Rubble.