Hate Haters

[Intro] Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? [Verse 1] This underage kid snuck into another bar He thinks he's so fucking smart, he says it's for the love of art (yeah?) You show promoters gonna let him spit a couple bars? He's got a confident face but sweaty underarms (Why?) I guess they seen him battle once the bastard's earned respect He can freestyle plus he spits his verses fresh (So?) The way he rides a beat you'll bob your head and hurt your neck He's a perfect mixer a happy-go-lucky disturb and stress Look at him at the third Jager and Red Bull in fifteen minutes He gulped the last one down and didn't even attempt to swig it Ready to chase away the last rapper that had shitty gimmicks From the city limits at any minute (Don't ask if he's kidding) Six minutes young man you're on Kid ripped it; unplanned, unflawed Uninhibited drunk ads and broads (Nocan, broads! Come back for more, come back for more!) [Chorus] Why? he ain't even making no money It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat I don't really like him, never mind what it's like Still he ain't even making no money It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat Well I don't really like him, never mind what it's like [Verse 2] Arrgh! Other than him, everyone else is well dressed He's acting oblivious to it , Hell yes! I mean he's sticking out like a sore thumb on a handless man Would you believe the little bastard has a pack of fans That don't consist of his mom and his dad Some say he hits the spot or he's really bland and drab Look! He's mixing liquor kicking it with the fat ladies Sipping whiskey with his arms around a Phillipina chick Get frisky, get jiggy while the DJs getting ready To spin everybody in the club getting tipsy The dancefloor's in a frenzy, he started the show a moment ago like a gypsy Who is he? Who cares?! Who does he think he is, embracing his geekiness He thinks he's slick he lined his sleeve with tricks That don't blow the egos of MC's that diss to smithereens and bits Watch him handle almost any inconvenience [Chorus] Why? he ain't even making no money It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat I don't really like him, never mind what it's like But still he ain't even making no money It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat Well I don't really like him, never mind what it's like [Verse 3] I don't know what to say except I love L.A Today is just another day, Dark rum is great I had some tonight, I must have drunk it straight Because my throat feels like I've swallowed a grenade I'm aerodynamic some people call me under-weight You know I got into this show and I'm underage My lifes a new young teacher because i'm underpaid Gangsters say 'aight', surfers say 'fuckin' A' [Outro] Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? The hate-haters! Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? we hate hate Who hates hate? The hate-haters!