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Hater's Anthem

Jean Graehuatong
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Liquid content may cause you faggot's frames to burst (uh)

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 arsenic filled jugs

(I'm official you bitches), I ignite under certain circumstances

Flip back and have your ass 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 ass back

I play close like a thong huggin' that ass 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 forth 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 piss 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***h

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, hold up

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, wait, nah

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, okay

Fuck you, f*ck you, everybody

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, hold up

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, wait, nah

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, okay

Fuck 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 mutilator

Stays all of this defamin' names so they can sue me later

Hater, yes? The kindest gas, the fate opposer

Philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier

Banana clips just start unloadin' in your supermarkets

Screamin' 'til your hoarse, bleedin', finding out that you're the target

Monotony flow, contradictory, word plays and

Like bringin' 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 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 snatch your solo retreat

Mad Max's the pro so dope it's fantastic

Now fold up your dough before you get yo' ass kicked

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, hold up

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, wait, nah

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, okay

Fuck you, f*ck you, everybody

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, hold up

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, wait, nah

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, okay

Fuck you, f*ck you, everybody

Rush the door like a Russian w***e

Male order bitch, 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

Shit, I just talked y'all can disregard margins

Liquidate 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 cumulus 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 cannibus stuff

Can't see it like Orphan Annie's pupils in the cartoons

Can't be it like tranny's who paid for implanted boobs

Nope, that's not it, close but no cigar

Dutch licked, but I'm passin' it right past ya Paul

That's all, that's Jean the definitive minister

The sarcastic lip bar spitter competitor

The un-cosmetic duck s**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 space

Big face, get your s**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

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, hold up

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, wait, nah

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, okay

Fuck you, f*ck you, everybody

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, hold up

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, wait, nah

Fuck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, okay

Fuck you, f*ck you, everybody

Davantage de Jean Grae

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