| Song | Hater's Anthem |
| Artist | Jean Grae |
| Album | The Bootleg Of The Bootleg EP |
| [00:10] | Liquid content may cause you faggot's frames to burst |
| [00:14] | The same rhyme structure flamin' brain, I blame birth |
| [00:17] | The game switched-a made a retainer greater picture of lame dames that |
| [00:20] | Couldn't be felt with braille scripture |
| [00:22] | Even deaf kids are rockin' ear plugs |
| [00:24] | I rip you then stick you with sticks I dipped in arsenic filled jugs |
| [00:28] | I'm official you bitches. |
| [00:28] | I ignite under certain circumstances |
| [00:30] | Flip back and have your ass kicked by backup dancers |
| [00:33] | Cancer chokin'the mad hatter the Jabberwocky of rapand hibernate in |
| [00:35] | Contemplate and now I'm finally back |
| [00:38] | The throat changed so hopscotch your ass back |
| [00:40] | I play close like a thong huggin' that ass crack |
| [00:43] | Verb pleat scab riddled permanent scars |
| [00:45] | Scratch deep like a cheap box of CD-Rs |
| [00:48] | Spread heat like I'm gia's drawers |
| [00:50] | Pleadin' the 4th in court like he's the boss then I carry you off |
| [00:54] | I'm more necessary than violence on the Amistad (Oh my god!) |
| [00:56] | You grown like eatin' bacon on Ramadan |
| [00:59] | I'll piss on your shoes and make you clean em with your mouth |
| [01:01] | Then I'll tell all your friends I'll send the pens to your house |
| [01:04] | Must be crazy but the speed not to ya lady |
| [01:06] | File a DNA test so it's not your baby |
| [01:09] | (Maybe we can be friends?) No, just pretend |
| [01:11] | I slip razors in your charm bracelet; slit your skin bitch |
| [01:14] | **** you, **** you, **** you, hold up |
| [01:17] | **** you, **** you, **** you, wait, nah |
| [01:20] | **** you, **** you, **** you, ok |
| [01:22] | **** you, **** you, everybody（×2） |
| [01:36] | Super enhanced survival shoot em with a crucial plan |
| [01:38] | Infatuated with music in loops, no scruples man |
| [01:41] | Phrase-ologist. Non-apologetic mutiliator |
| [01:43] | Stays all of this defamin' names so they can sue me later |
| [01:46] | Hater, yes? The kinderst gas the fate opposer |
| [01:49] | Philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier |
| [01:51] | Banana clips just start unloadin' in your supermarkets screamin' till your |
| [01:54] | Hoarse, bleedin', finding out that you're the target |
| [01:57] | Monotony flow, controdictory, word plays and like bringin' satan to a |
| [01:59] | Baptism in a floooded basement |
| [02:02] | Jean's out to lunch, she ain't even punched in yet |
| [02:04] | You're a facsimile, I'm the original document |
| [02:07] | All shock and then lights out drop em in. Selections are very buried |
| [02:12] | Improper things I'm married to rap like J.Lo to scandals |
| [02:15] | Light up a room like J. Hov's birthday candles |
| [02:18] | I'm that bright like Steven Hawking's computer chair |
| [02:21] | Asked out a teacher on a Sadie Hawkin's dare |
| [02:23] | Paralyze you see the future in my sleep |
| [02:25] | I'll battle rap you until your belly starts to leak |
| [02:28] | Gnash your teeth and smash you then bind your feet |
| [02:31] | Thrash holes in your dome snatch your solo retreat |
| [02:33] | Mad Max's the pro so dope it's fantastic |
| [02:36] | Now fold up your dough before you get yo ass kicked |
| [03:00] | Rush the door like a Russian whore |
| [03:02] | Male order bitch. Sent your damers's crib |
| [03:05] | It's an honor to split your armor blood drip |
| [03:07] | Like pulp fiction when bits of bone get on ya |
| [03:10] | Shit, I just talked ya'll can disregard margins |
| [03:13] | Liquid date any enemies rap incarnate |
| [03:16] | I'm cynical, criminal actions excite me |
| [03:18] | My mic chords an umbilical, that radiates high beams |
| [03:21] | Humorous, filled with more flow than a cumulus cloud |
| [03:24] | Dentist mad, he said my words abuse my mouth, so I upchucked em |
| [03:26] | Gut buck em out. Chuckle loud, duck down screamin' **** the crowd |
| [03:32] | Specialize staggered mixed malt liquor with jolt cola |
| [03:34] | Start drinking when cops start lookin' over their shoulder |
| [03:36] | Nastier than central bookin sandwiches handlin' tough |
| [03:40] | Cranky in the morning after smokin the canibus stuff |
| [03:42] | Can't see it like Orphan Annie's pupils in the cartoons |
| [03:45] | Can't be it like tranny's who paid for implanted boobs. Nope. That's not it |
| [03:47] | Close but no cigar, dutch licked but I'm passin' it right past ya Paul |
| [03:52] | That's all, that's Jean the definitive minister |
| [03:55] | The sarcastic lip bar spitter competitor |
| [03:58] | The un-cosmetic duck shit on your pedestal |
| [04:01] | Sanitarium released, the most unforgettable |
| [04:04] | Motov dirt Molotov your face |
| [04:06] | Then lock you in a box and watch you burn in a closed space |
| [04:08] | Big face get your shit taken and replaced with a tickin' pace that's |
| [04:12] | Strapped to your waist |
| [04:14] | (Duh) You move to slow sloth boost your movement |
| [04:16] | Your mind counts time like down south screw music |
| [04:19] | Who's it? The Phoenix wings spread like the ox head |
| [04:22] | I'll knock you out a window make you literally drop dead |
| [00:10] | Liquid content may cause you faggot' s frames to burst |
| [00:14] | The same rhyme structure flamin' brain, I blame birth |
| [00:17] | The game switcheda made a retainer greater picture of lame dames that |
| [00:20] | Couldn' t be felt with braille scripture |
| [00:22] | Even deaf kids are rockin' ear plugs |
| [00:24] | I rip you then stick you with sticks I dipped in arsenic filled jugs |
| [00:28] | I' m official you bitches. |
| [00:28] | I ignite under certain circumstances |
| [00:30] | Flip back and have your ass kicked by backup dancers |
| [00:33] | Cancer chokin' the mad hatter the Jabberwocky of rapand hibernate in |
| [00:35] | Contemplate and now I' m finally back |
| [00:38] | The throat changed so hopscotch your ass back |
| [00:40] | I play close like a thong huggin' that ass crack |
| [00:43] | Verb pleat scab riddled permanent scars |
| [00:45] | Scratch deep like a cheap box of CDRs |
| [00:48] | Spread heat like I' m gia' s drawers |
| [00:50] | Pleadin' the 4th in court like he' s the boss then I carry you off |
| [00:54] | I' m more necessary than violence on the Amistad Oh my god! |
| [00:56] | You grown like eatin' bacon on Ramadan |
| [00:59] | I' ll piss on your shoes and make you clean em with your mouth |
| [01:01] | Then I' ll tell all your friends I' ll send the pens to your house |
| [01:04] | Must be crazy but the speed not to ya lady |
| [01:06] | File a DNA test so it' s not your baby |
| [01:09] | Maybe we can be friends? No, just pretend |
| [01:11] | I slip razors in your charm bracelet slit your skin bitch |
| [01:14] | you, you, you, hold up |
| [01:17] | you, you, you, wait, nah |
| [01:20] | you, you, you, ok |
| [01:22] | you, you, everybody 2 |
| [01:36] | Super enhanced survival shoot em with a crucial plan |
| [01:38] | Infatuated with music in loops, no scruples man |
| [01:41] | Phraseologist. Nonapologetic mutiliator |
| [01:43] | Stays all of this defamin' names so they can sue me later |
| [01:46] | Hater, yes? The kinderst gas the fate opposer |
| [01:49] | Philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier |
| [01:51] | Banana clips just start unloadin' in your supermarkets screamin' till your |
| [01:54] | Hoarse, bleedin', finding out that you' re the target |
| [01:57] | Monotony flow, controdictory, word plays and like bringin' satan to a |
| [01:59] | Baptism in a floooded basement |
| [02:02] | Jean' s out to lunch, she ain' t even punched in yet |
| [02:04] | You' re a facsimile, I' m the original document |
| [02:07] | All shock and then lights out drop em in. Selections are very buried |
| [02:12] | Improper things I' m married to rap like J. Lo to scandals |
| [02:15] | Light up a room like J. Hov' s birthday candles |
| [02:18] | I' m that bright like Steven Hawking' s computer chair |
| [02:21] | Asked out a teacher on a Sadie Hawkin' s dare |
| [02:23] | Paralyze you see the future in my sleep |
| [02:25] | I' ll battle rap you until your belly starts to leak |
| [02:28] | Gnash your teeth and smash you then bind your feet |
| [02:31] | Thrash holes in your dome snatch your solo retreat |
| [02:33] | Mad Max' s the pro so dope it' s fantastic |
| [02:36] | Now fold up your dough before you get yo ass kicked |
| [03:00] | Rush the door like a Russian whore |
| [03:02] | Male order bitch. Sent your damers' s crib |
| [03:05] | It' s an honor to split your armor blood drip |
| [03:07] | Like pulp fiction when bits of bone get on ya |
| [03:10] | Shit, I just talked ya' ll can disregard margins |
| [03:13] | Liquid date any enemies rap incarnate |
| [03:16] | I' m cynical, criminal actions excite me |
| [03:18] | My mic chords an umbilical, that radiates high beams |
| [03:21] | Humorous, filled with more flow than a cumulus cloud |
| [03:24] | Dentist mad, he said my words abuse my mouth, so I upchucked em |
| [03:26] | Gut buck em out. Chuckle loud, duck down screamin' the crowd |
| [03:32] | Specialize staggered mixed malt liquor with jolt cola |
| [03:34] | Start drinking when cops start lookin' over their shoulder |
| [03:36] | Nastier than central bookin sandwiches handlin' tough |
| [03:40] | Cranky in the morning after smokin the canibus stuff |
| [03:42] | Can' t see it like Orphan Annie' s pupils in the cartoons |
| [03:45] | Can' t be it like tranny' s who paid for implanted boobs. Nope. That' s not it |
| [03:47] | Close but no cigar, dutch licked but I' m passin' it right past ya Paul |
| [03:52] | That' s all, that' s Jean the definitive minister |
| [03:55] | The sarcastic lip bar spitter competitor |
| [03:58] | The uncosmetic duck shit on your pedestal |
| [04:01] | Sanitarium released, the most unforgettable |
| [04:04] | Motov dirt Molotov your face |
| [04:06] | Then lock you in a box and watch you burn in a closed space |
| [04:08] | Big face get your shit taken and replaced with a tickin' pace that' s |
| [04:12] | Strapped to your waist |
| [04:14] | Duh You move to slow sloth boost your movement |
| [04:16] | Your mind counts time like down south screw music |
| [04:19] | Who' s it? The Phoenix wings spread like the ox head |
| [04:22] | I' ll knock you out a window make you literally drop dead |