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dna tru lyricist - fuck all you bitches lyrics

[verse 1:]

the circle of no hope, the circle of rumours
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 b-tch about to get slapped when she p-sses me
circle of no asking, circle of cops m-ssing
circle of old folks, no hoes, where’s the action?
circle of no patience, circle of folks hating
circle of wanting hide out but having no bas-m-nt
circle of wack offers, circle of back-talkers
circle of fake friends, identify 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:] (x2)

in this place where i’m from, it’s everyone for theyself
this world don’t give a f-ck about you, they don’t really wanna help
so f-ck all you b-tches, i hope you die and rot in h-ll
and f-ck all you snitches, i’ll give you something to tell

[verse 2:]

i’m on the edge of madness, getting skinny as f-ck
so i’m crazy as f-ck, i really had it
i’m sitting here struggling with no d-mn food
my daughters ain’t got none too, i’m bout to pop one through-
your f-cking head with a shotgun, dude
but, see, that ain’t my style
i’d rather walk up with a smile, then go straight wild
i’m f-cking sick of this place, i’m f-cking sick of these crack-kids around me
i just want to tell them “get the f-ck out my face”
i’m f-cking sick of these b-tches, f-cking sick of these snitches
sticking their nose in my business, man, what the f-ck is this?
who f-ck do you think you’re talking to? you don’t know who i am
i’m loco, likely to go postal, yosemite sam
i’m f-cking heated, so all ya’ll b-tches: you better beat it
before i meat cleaver your cleavage and t–th, you don’t really need em
here’s a [?] blessing, ruthless lesson
who’s addressing you in seconds?
bruising, pressing your face in the pillow
we ain’t f-cking, b-tch, die

[hook:] (x2)

[verse 3:]

facebook, haha, the new community
well f-ck your community, what the f-ck you want to 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, b-tch
you think you’re safe behind that screen and telephone?
when i bust through your window at your home
hang you from your ceiling fan and make you moan
tied up by your wrist, and torture you with [?]
ah sh-t, i left on your stove top too long
now let me ask you something: you think i’m wrong?
“i think i’m right, b-tch” i think i’m right outside, b-tch
about to [???] your f-cking 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:
c-ck back, stick-stick-stick-stick, nighty-night b-tch

[hook:] (x2)

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