I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
and I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
but I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I
hate people who think they can dose up their medicine ****in' with venom and I
twista show them the force I'd like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse
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but I hate phony ass people
and I hate having no dro
and I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that break it down to the floor
and I hate when I can't help somebody
and I hate when I ain't got dough
and I hate everyone feelin twista and prodigy rockin' music party music control
You've got to get up
If you wanna get off
Keep your eyes open so I can stop you from blinkin
Make you feel try to see what you're thinkin
Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own
Get so cold in the zone I'm destroying my clone
I can fill the ****in' room up with torture and pain..
lyrical is coursing my veins
It's the trilogy of terror from my era
agility that I scare ya because I hate ya'll
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