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Hated


Pictureplane Lyrics

 

Hated Lyrics

Hated by Pictureplane


Lace the f**k up muthaf**ka
Original
And I'm young ozzy
Machine gun little tommy
Mayhem f**kin pamela up in tha lobby
Make her shake then she bake like I'm ricky bobby
Eat the munchies then escape like I'm playin hockey
Sex pistol everything I said vicious
I'm makin johnny cash haters eat my limp bizkits
Buyin food then I step no skrillex
Grab the jimmy no hendrix
Put my dick in her appendix then bust
Yeah I don't give a f**k
I eat pussy so that means I can eat whoever I want
And these rappers smell a little fishy maybe you a lunch
Imma muthaf**kin punk or you a muthaf**kin punk
Tour bus full of girlfriends everybody f**k
Bamboos full of elephant trunk you call blunts
So if you with me throw them f**kin l's up
Est or you a muthaf**kin cunt b**ch what
I'm hated (x8) (b**ch what, b**ch what)
Muthaf**ka I'm hated(x8)
Stank biotch I'm hated(x8)
Muthaf**ka I'm hated (x4)
And I don't give a f**k b**ch I'm
Big chief of chuck t's wife beater
Still hood four doors no two seater
Wanita brain like a smart senior
And she pop two like she got a cold fever
f**k b**ches dudes don't fly neither
Two liters of the brown me and tech and nina
The green give me amnesia
While it's kells poppin out the goddamn speaker
Now too many people keep up with the word play of my raps dog
So maybe the crititcs slow and I'm too f**kin fast dog
There's three reason why I am better than your favorite rapper star
I can rap hard, I got better fans, and I'll beat his f**kin ass dog
Cleveland imma show that like a backpack
Cleveland imma show the look at that tat
Cleveland is the city where I'm at
Bring the cheese and turn this b**ch into a muthaf**kin rat trap
f**k the course I been hated and they know that
f**k the force chop the trees and then we blow that
Imma tourist but I don't bullsh*t
You can get the f**k out or come and get this full dick
And maybe call up a couple of fans
And then they come over because they were scared
Because they were intimidated by the noise or maybe by the mohawk in my hair
Or maybe my boys who don't even rap
The many celebrities that it attract
Instead of adapting to ski mask
A matter of fact how bout you know what give me that
I'm hated, hated, hated, hated
Ha lace up b**ch
Turn your face up b**ch
Until then blaze up b**ch
They hate us b**ch
But that's who made us b**ch
That girl gon blame us b**ch
And if you sleepin on the kid wake up b**ch
b**ch, b**ch I heard the girls like it when I say "b**ch"!



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