Hater’s Anthem

[Verse 1]
Liquid content may cause y'all faggots' frames to burst
Insane rhyme structure flame your brain, I blame birth
The game switched her, made her retain a greater picture
Of lame dames that couldn't be felt with braille scripture
Even deaf kids are rockin' ear plugs
I'll rip you then stick you with sticks I dipped in arsenic filled jugs
Official, you bitches, I ignite under certain circumstances
Flip back and have your ass kicked by backup dancers
Cancer choker, the Mad Hatter, the Jabberwocky of rap
Been hibernatin', contemplatin', now I'm finally back
To throw chains, so hopscotch your ass back
I'll play you close like a thong huggin' an ass crack
The verbs leave scabbed, brittle, permanent scars
That scratch deep like a cheap box of CD-Rs
Spread heat like I'm Gia's drawers, pleading the fourth
In court like, "He's the boss," then I carry you off (Fuck it)
I'm more necessary than violence on the Amistad (Oh my God)
She's wrong like eating bacon at Ramadan
I'll piss on your shoes and make you clean 'em with your mouth
Then I'll tell all your friends to send Depends to your house
Must be crazy, put speed knots in your lady
File a DNA test so it's not your baby
"Maybe we can be friends," no, just pretend
I'll slip razors in your charm bracelet, slit your skin, bitch

[Chorus]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay)
Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody)

[Verse 2]
Super-enhanced survival shooter with a crucial plan
Infatuated with music in loops, no scruples, man
Phrase-ologist, non-apologetic mutilator
Stays on the diss, defaming names so they can sue me later
Hater, yes, to cater us gas, the fate opposer
Philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier
Banana clips just start unloading in your supermarkets
Screaming 'til you're hoarse, bleeding, finding out that you're the target
Monotony flow, contradictory wordplay's in
Like bringing Satan to a baptism in a flooded basement
Jean's out to lunch, she ain't even punched in yet
You're a facsimile, I'm the original document
All shock and then lights out, drop 'em in
Selections are very buried, improper things
I'm married to rap like J.Lo to scandals
Light up a room like J. Hov's birthday candles
I'm that bright, like Steven Hawking's computer chair
Asked out a teacher on a Sadie Hawkins dare
Parallax view, see the future in my sleep
I'll battle rap you until your gullet starts to leak
Gnash your teeth, smash you then bind your feet
Thrash holes in your dome, snatch your soul and retreat
Mad Max-ish, the prose so dope, it's fantastic
Now, fold up your dough before you get yo' ass kicked

[Chorus]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay)
Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody)

[Verse 3]
Rush the door like a Russian whore
Mail order bitch sent to Dahmer's crib
It's an honor to split your armor, blood drip
Like Pulp Fiction when bits of bones get on ya
Shit, I just talk jargon, disregard margins
Liquidate any enemies rap incarnate
I'm cynical, criminal actions excite me
My mic cord's an umbilical that radiates high beams
Humorous, filled with more flow than a cumulus cloud
Dentist mad, he said my words abuse my mouth
So I upchucked 'em, buck-buck 'em out
Chuck 'em loud, duck down, screaming, "Fuck the crowd"
Specialized stagger, mix malt liquor with Jolt Cola
Start drinking when cops start lookin' over they shoulder
Nastier than central booking sandwiches handled tough
Cranky in the morning after smoking that cannabis stuff
Can't see it like Orphan Annie's pupils in cartoons
Can't be it like tranny's who paid for implanted wombs
Nope, that's not it, close, but no cigar
Dutch lit, but I'm passing it right past you, pa
That's all, that's Jean, the definitive minister
The sarcastic lip, bar-spitter, competitor
The un-cosmetic-ed up, shit on your pedestal
The sanitarium released, the most unforgettable
'Moked off dirt and Molotov your face
Then lock you in a box and watch you burn in a closed space
Big face, get your shit taken and replaced
With a ticking case that's strapped to your waist (Duh)
You move too slow, sloth, boost your movement
Your mind counts time like down south Screw music
Who's it? The phoenix wings spread like the Ox said
I'll knock you out a window, make you literally drop dead

[Chorus]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay)
Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody)