[Intro]
I'ma kill a busta', motherfucker with a Glock
Have a fucking heart attack
I don't give a mother—
I'ma kill a busta', motherfucker with a Glock
Have a fucking 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 bitch, they be like: "Hello, Freddie, mane"
What you need? Do you want some uppers? Know you fuckin' love 'em
Want tequila? Do you fuckin' 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 fuckin' xans
Have you think I got the shit? 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, bitch, be fucking with my money, laying down a little
Fuckin' 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 shit, see to break his back, bitch
Pure fuckin' hate, better wait, now you feel the pressure
Heart is speedin' up, gonna level with yo' gat
[Chorus]
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate, shit
Doomshop, motherfucker
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate— hate
Pure fuckin' hate, pure fuckin' hate, shit
Doomshop, motherfucker