Fuck all you Bitches
[Intro]
It's always the same motherfucking shit, swear to God
Always waking up to the same shit, day in, day out
Motherfuckers just better realize when to back the fuck off
Get out of my face, don't even ask me if I'm alright
If you haven't seen or heard from me, there's a reason for that
[Verse 1]
The circle of no hope, the circle of rumors
The circle of bad health, smoke and drink 'til there's tumors
The circle of no help, the circle of no meds
The circle of children growing up with no dad
The circle of pill-poppers, circle of cop callers
Circle of drug dealers, crack fiends and shot callers
The circle of tragedy, circle of audacity
The circle of this bitch about to get slapped when she passes me
Circle of no asking, circle of cops massing
Circle of old folks, no hoes, where's the action?
Circle of no patience, circle of folks hating
Circle of wanting to hide out but having no basement
Circle of wack offers, circle of back-talkers
Circle of fake friends, identity imposters
The circle that I'm used to: the circle of my music
The circle of a ticking time bomb, about to lose it
[Hook]
In this place where I'm from, it's everyone for theyself
This world don't give a fuck about you, they don't really wanna help
So fuck all you bitches, I hope you die and rot in Hell
And fuck all you snitches, I'll give you something to tell
In this place that I'm from, it's everyone for theyself
This world don't give a fuck about you, they don't really wanna help
So fuck all you bitches, I hope you die and rot in Hell
And fuck all you snitches, I'll give you something to tell
[Verse 2]
I'm on the edge of madness, getting skinny as fuck
So I'm crazy as fuck, I really had it
I'm sitting here struggling with no damn food
My daughters ain't got none too, I'm bout to pop one through-
Your fucking head with this shotgun, dude
But, see, that ain't my style
I'd rather walk up with a smile, then go straight wild
I'm fucking sick of this place, I'm fucking sick of these crack-kids around me
I just want to tell them "get the fuck out my face"
I'm fucking sick of these bitches, fucking sick of these snitches
Sticking their nose in my business, man, what the fuck is this?
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You don't know how I am
I'm loco, likely to go postal, Yosemite Sam
I'm fucking heated, so all y'all bitches: you better beat it
Before I meat cleaver your cleavage and teeth, you don't really need 'em
Here's a toothless blessing, ruthless lesson
Who's addressing you in seconds?
Bruising, pressing your face in the pillow
We ain't fucking, bitch, die
[Hook]
In this place where I'm from, it's everyone for theyself
This world don't give a fuck about you, they don't really wanna help
So fuck all you bitches, I hope you die and rot in Hell
And fuck all you snitches, I'll give you something to tell
In this place that I'm from, it's everyone for theyself
This world don't give a fuck about you, they don't really wanna help
So fuck all you bitches, I hope you die and rot in Hell
And fuck all you snitches, I'll give you something to tell
[Verse 3]
Facebook, haha, the new community
Well fuck your community, what the fuck you gonna do to me?
I'll say what I want to on your wall, I'll say what I want to on your post
I'll message you saying I'll slit your throat, bitch
You think you're safe behind that screen and telephone?
When I bust through your window of your home
Hang you from your ceiling fan and make you moan
Tied up by your wrist, and torture you with [?]
Ah shit, I left on your stove top too long
Now let me ask you something: you think I'm wrong?
"I think I'm right, bitch" I think I'm right outside, bitch
About to cut the breaker to your fucking light switch
I'm 'bout to take your life quick
When I pick the lock to your door and step in your room with an ice pick
Now let me show you a nice trick:
Cock back, stick-stick-stick-stick, nighty-night bitch
[Hook]
In this place where I'm from, it's everyone for theyself
This world don't give a fuck about you, they don't really wanna help
So fuck all you bitches, I hope you die and rot in Hell
And fuck all you snitches, I'll give you something to tell
In this place that I'm from, it's everyone for theyself
This world don't give a fuck about you, they don't really wanna help
So fuck all you bitches, I hope you die and rot in Hell
And fuck all you snitches, I'll give you something to tell