Not for Nuthin’ / Rats

Not for nothin
But what's in your way? What holds you back?
Not for nothin
But those excuses don't mean jack
And not for nothin
You've got no one to blame now but yourself
And not for nothin
But this all means nothing

I've got an old sock filled with your weed in my basement
Styrofoam cups filled with spoiled coffee + mold
Cigarette butt filled bottles, left on their sides
An old pair of engineer boots that have no soul
These remind me of you
And it's sad, but it's true...
But for you
This home has grown cold

Holed up in my basement walls
On lower middle class necks they feed
I can't help I want them dead
I want to snap their fucking necks
I hurt
They'll get theirs in due time...
They feel they've done nothing wrong
Inbred instincts told them to stop
When hardships fall...
I'll get mine

You're desperate. Ruthless
Who could care less
About lost friendships
And this big fucking mess you left...
CUNTS...

They've burrowed holes, we still fill in
A balance due. Spread lies like disease
I can't help I want them dead
I want to snap their fucking necks
I hurt
And they'll get theirs, when I get mine...
They feel they've done nothin wrong
Inbred instincts told them to stop
When hardships fall...
I'll get mine
BABY, YOU'RE A RAT