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Intro: |
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I hate you, I hate you so damn much |
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Verse 1: |
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Running on the rocky cliffs, |
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These craters craters, waiting for them to pull me down, |
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These hater haters, I hear their footsteps loud and clearly, |
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coming to draw me in as their own. |
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Verse 1: |
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Misery is looking for a wingman, |
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With a picture of me asking have you seen him, |
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Yea haters love company, oh don't they, |
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While they roll their eyes at me, I just roll J's. |
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There are no days off for the hateful, LA's full of those so stay tuned, |
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They don't like what I'm doing but respect it, |
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Sayin' they don't mess with it but dissect it, |
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They tell me I'm weird, I tell'em they're normal, |
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I'm just trying to take you to a different place wormhole. |
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I aint ya'll, not cut from the same cloth, cut from a whole nother fabric with a chainsaw, |
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You wont find me on your favorite blogs, |
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But your girl bump me during her daily jogs, |
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A past full of battles, a future full of gold, you aint touch me yet, |
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Peep all a them bullet holes. |
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Hook 1: |
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Fighters fingers squished my ribs, |
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Squeezed the guts out and let it rip, |
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My barrels emptiness, is from their crushing limbs. |
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Bridge: |
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Shoot all you want, but I shoot back, |
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Send one my way and I'll shoot two back, |
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Soon as it hits you can hear bones crack, |
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From their crushing limbs, fire at will, shoot the haters, |
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Fire at will shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot the haters. |
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Shoot to kill, now who's your favorite? |
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Verse 2: |
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Not a violent guy, just got a violent history (gun cocking). |
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Do you like my style of pistoling, don't be fooled by the wardrobe, |
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I grew up playing in warzones, I don't care about critics or bad reviews. |
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Get it, I just aint feelin your attitude. |
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I didn't make up the rules but I like to break'em, |
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Cookin' in the lab without an apron, all these haters of music makers, |
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Are making my trigger finger itchy, |
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It's the swim team mothafuckas', and I live by the code of the blowed, not Davinci's. |
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It's hunting season, I'ma hunt you down, I wanna see you run like you run your mouth. |
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An AK47 with a hundred rounds, shoot all of the haters lets gun'em down. |
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Hook 2: |
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My barrels emptiness is from their crushing limbs, |
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My barrels emptiness Is from their crushing limbs. |
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Bridge 2: |
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Shoot all you want, but I shoot back, |
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Send one my way and I'll shoot two back, |
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Soon as it hits you can hear bones crack, |
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From there crushing limbs, fire at will, shoot the haters, |
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Fire at will shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot the haters. |
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Shoot to kill, now who's your favorite? |
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My barrels emptiness, is from there crushing limbs. |
