I HATE EVERYTHING (PROD. THE WILD DUTCHMAN) MASTER
Set it up slow,let em sink like the drip
With a flip,with a gold slug bangin hollow tip
Gotta get em with a ghost
**** a jit with the most,let em go
Gotta body bag and a holy ghost
**** you mean you aint know?
Gotta rip it up with terror i emberass
Every motha****in rapper
Who be thinking they can scare us
With a yung dead soul let em know i cant die
With a hudred different visions of me killin him tonight
Let me know if you tryna tell a joke boy
Let me know if you tryna ****in smoke boy
**** em up he be lookin like a broke boy
Step it up cuz you aint pushin out no noise
Tear it up like smith and wessen i aint ****in stressing
And im guessing that her ***** gone be wetter
as im pressing b*tch
Hundred ****in killas in my villa with them hollow tips
Hundred figures and ill ****in figure out a lotta ****
Oh
They aint tryin to ****in die
They aint tryin to ****in die
But you cant be livin here twice
They aint tryin to ****in die
They aint tryin to ****in die
But you cant be livin here twice
Gotta get it how you livin i aint livin but im feelin fine
Hate a ***** b*tch mane i hate these motha****as cryin
Why the **** they hating on me im just trnya ****in ****
Yung dead david blaine touch its so magic i
Cant even see the reason why they hating cuz im a horecrux
I aint even smoke but i still probably smoked more blunts
**** boys acting like they gods inside they parents house
Talkin **** to dead head b*tch just point him out
I hate everything thats inside your eyes
I'd have more respect for you if you ****ing died
I hate everything thats inside your eyes
I'd have more respect for you if you ****ing died
They aint tryin to ****in die
They aint tryin to ****in die
But you cant be livin here twice
They aint tryin to ****in die
They aint tryin to ****in die
But you cant be livin here twice
I hate everything thats inside your eyes
I'd have more respect for you if you ****ing died
I hate everything thats inside your eyes
I'd have more respect for you if you ****ing died