4 BASE

All you demons all you rats
 Fuck your feelings I been dying, my heart black
 Fuck you demons fuck you rats
 Ain't a single fucking rapper that I back
 All my brothers do it better
 I won't take the label that you gave us fucking never
 I heard all your music motherfucker it's whatever
 Please don't fucking talk, i'm still working on my temper
 Please don't fucking talk, i'm still working on my-
 We get ya neck
 I don't call it passion, you workin for a check
 Bitch you ain't a threat
 Yes I take my money, at least I got respect
 Y'all wanna know the problem?
 Money come in better when i'm fucking up my brain
 I got all my closest they decided i'm insane
 I could talk for hours why the fuck should i explain?
 Lil fuck boy wanna talk I don't wanna fight bitch I wanna
 Closed casket for you bitch
 I'm not asking ima switch my fucking attitude
 To fucking deal with you
 Not fucking feelin' you
 Drop him bitch it's over due