I hate you, I hate you Said I hate, hate, hate, hate Said I hate, hate, hate you Said I hate, hate, hate Said I hate, hate, hate you
Tradução: Tanque. I Hate U.
a cordless phone? I'm straight viscious I hit you with plates and dishes Leave you eight stitches, what I'm gay cause I hate bitches? Slut dont be nice to me, I
I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, I've been hitin cribz And safes where the cake be I take three
said it shady meant it I stay demented Ill throw a stroller at u with a baby in it Go ahead pull the plug think I wont smack you I just dropped a
speakin begun with the preachin I pray until i am one with the deacon i play until i have won whatever we win i play until i have won and then i rewin
room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I
: [feat. Plies] [Chorus:] Why ya'll tripin I'm just fine 1245 bout dat time could'ntget it all week time to unwind drank like a tank Blew my mind this
i love when i seek it done with the speakin begun with the preachin I pray until i am one with the deacon i play until i have won whatever we win i play
Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism
stones I'm the fool supplyin tha dro I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do Tellin me that you diggin
please wait wiggity wait but kuwait won't wait Desert shield a field full of confused hate Soldiers fight because they're loyal, while tempers boil On u
the H u been losing the race couldnt keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut u at wut u gone do, like u the man, bumpin two bazooka
I'm a nuno I'll bring ral to your funrol Damn I mean funeral funerol You say tomato I say tamata U say get em I say got em Yea I got em Man u better
Not I Call me young Popeye Tell Bruno I'm a nuno I'll bring rail to your funeral Damn I mean funer-al funeral You say tomato I say tomata You say get
/ A full tank and a constant rush. Bliss: I just jump to the front like a track at Daytona / With a super fat 28 pack of crayolas / I colour the canvas, I
