PURE HATE lyrics

[Intro]
I'ma kill a busta', motherf*cker with a Glock
Have a f*cking heart attack
I don't give a mother—
I'ma kill a busta', motherf*cker with a Glock
Have a f*cking heart—
Hurt— that's your—
Hurt— that's your—
Hurt—

[Verse]
That's your money, hurt, that's a damn shame
When I when walk up in this b*tch, they be like: "Hello, Freddie, mane"
What you need? Do you want some uppers? Know you f*ckin' love 'em
Want tequila? Do you f*ckin' need it? C'mon, man, I'm breathin'
Nowadays I fill them up, with the cocaine I love
You see it now? A simple man, I don't want no f*ckin' xans
Have you think I got the sh*t? Got the swaggin' herited
Got the dope up in my veins, maybe Freddie ain't the same
Standin' up I'm looking tall, standin' up I'm gonna fall
Standin' up upon my bread and now I'll never be like y'all
Ain't no peasant, b*tch, be f*cking with my money, laying down a little
f*ckin' with your honey, ain't it funny? Cut right up the middle
I can see right through, see ya' mind, you can't hide from what's inside
Murder loving piece of sh*t, see to break his back, b*tch
Pure f*ckin' hate, better wait, now you feel the pressure
Heart is speedin' up, gonna level with yo' gat
[Chorus]
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate— hate
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate— hate— hate
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate— hate
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate, sh*t
Doomshop, motherf*cker
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate— hate
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate— hate— hate
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate— hate
Pure f*ckin' hate, pure f*ckin' hate, sh*t
Doomshop, motherf*cker