jean grae - hater's anthem lyrics
liquid content may cause you f-ggot’s frames to burst
the same rhyme structure flamin’ brain, i blame birth
the game switched-a made a retainer greater picture of lame dames that
couldn’t be felt with braille scripture
even deaf kids are rockin’ ear plugs
i rip you then stick you with sticks i dipped in -rs-nic filled jugs
i’m official you b-tches.
i ignite under certain circ-mstances
flip back and have your -ss kicked by backup dancers
cancer chokin’
the mad hatter the jabberwocky of rap
and hibernate in
contemplate and now i’m finally back
the throat changed so hopscotch your -ss back
i play close like a thong huggin’ that -ss crack
verb pleat scab riddled permanent scars
scratch deep like a cheap box of cd-rs
spread heat like i’m gia’s drawers
pleadin’ the 4th in court like he’s the boss then i carry you off
i’m more necessary than violence on the amistad (oh my god!)
you grown like eatin’ bacon on ramadan
i’ll p-ss on your shoes and make you clean em with your mouth
then i’ll tell all your friends i’ll send the pens to your house
must be crazy but the speed not to ya lady
file a dna test so it’s not your baby
(maybe we can be friends?) no, just pretend
i slip razors in your charm bracelet; slit your skin b-tch
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, hold up
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, wait, nah
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, ok
f-ck you, f-ck you, everybody
super enhanced survival shoot em with a crucial plan
infatuated with music in loops, no scruples man
phrase-ologist. non-apologetic mutiliator
stays all of this defamin’ names so they can sue me later
hater, yes? the kinderst gas the fate opposer
philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier
banana clips just start unloadin’ in your supermarkets screamin’ till your
ho-rs-, bleedin’, finding out that you’re the target
monotony flow, controdictory, word plays and like bringin’ satan to a
baptism in a floooded bas-m-nt
jean’s out to lunch, she ain’t even punched in yet
you’re a facsimile, i’m the original doc-ment
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 hawkin’s dare
paralyze you see the future in my sleep
i’ll battle rap you until your belly starts to leak
gnash your teeth and smash you then bind your feet
thrash holes in your dome sn-tch your solo retreat
mad max’s the pro so dope it’s fantastic
now fold up your dough before you get yo -ss kicked
rush the door like a russian wh-r-
male order b-tch. sent your damers’s crib
it’s an honor to split your armor blood drip
like pulp fiction when bits of bone get on ya
sh-t, i just talked ya’ll can disregard margins
liquid date any enemies rap incarnate
i’m cynical, criminal actions excite me
my mic chords an umbilical, that radiates high beams
humorous, filled with more flow than a c-mulus cloud
dentist mad, he said my words abuse my mouth, so i upchucked em
gut buck em out. chuckle loud, duck down screamin’ f-ck the crowd
specialize staggered mixed malt liquor with jolt cola
start drinking when cops start lookin’ over their shoulder
nastier than central bookin sandwiches handlin’ tough
cranky in the morning after smokin the canibus stuff
can’t see it like orphan annie’s pupils in the cartoons
can’t be it like tranny’s who paid for implanted b–bs. nope. that’s not it
close but no cigar, dutch licked but i’m p-ssin’ it right past ya paul
that’s all, that’s jean the definitive minister
the sarcastic lip bar spitter compet-tor
the un-cosmetic duck sh-t on your pedestal
sanitarium released, the most unforgettable
motov dirt molotov your face
then lock you in a box and watch you burn in a closed sp-ce
big face get your sh-t taken and replaced with a tickin’ pace that’s
strapped to your waist
(duh) you move to slow sloth boost your movement
your mind counts time like down south screw music
who’s it? the phoenix wings spread like the ox head
i’ll knock you out a window make you literally drop dead
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