[Verse 1: TRIPLE $]
Hello to my haters
Who wanna attack at me like aligators
We need to figure out
Something about the hate that you are giving me right now
Instead of heartbeats
Man i got drumbeats
Cerebellum ain't on my mind
What's on my mind is a bassline
RNC is my own town,
And i ride around like I'm lyin down
Yeah bitch, that means I'm super calm
Now i need a mansion with soft grass
This song's for my haters who are worthless
I wanna piss 'em all off on purpose
And then laugh my ass off on their carcass
Cuz bitch I'm a goddamn MARTIAN!
[Hook]
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
[Verse 2: JayDawg]
They say I look like a nigga but i say I'm imported
Bitch you can ask triple $ in da studio, I'm pretty important
We got dope beats and we are dope mcs
So, watch your fuckin mouth wen you talkin' bout me
Yeah, 1 and 2 and 3 and to the 4
You haters better stay locked down in your home
Okay sure i ain't gud at putting down those lyrics
But so what?! triple $ is pennin it all for me, BITCH!
If you wanna be with him then first you gotta be good to me
Eh, u know he ain't givin a fuck bout ur H-A-T-E!
[Hook]
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
[Verse 3: TRIPLE $]
Ain't got no cadillac, ain't got no maybach
Stil be walkin out, with my chest out like I'm superman
Yeah, i worked hard 2 get where i am
Used to be wasting time, searching members for my so called rap-rock band
Image build up and then, in pieces they break up
Well, Whatever the hell happens we really won't give a fuck
Ya'll might say i use too much of profanity
Ya'll can gossip all you want but I'mma still write like this
You mothafuckin' haters better appreciate dis shit
Or i'll b slayin u all down like I'm a butcher nd u a biatch!
Cool
JayDawg told me to get 'em so i got 'em
Then i saw honey singh's fans so i went ahead nd shot 'em
That fake ass bitch was tryna teach everyone the wrong meaning of hip hop
Due to him now there ain't no difference between hip hop and pop
Fuckin chicks and Poppin pills that's all what these other rappers wanna do
You think I'm wrong? fuck them all nd then fuck you too!
[Hook]
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
You fucking haters hate my songs
And i really hate your mom
So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs
And i should kill your mom
