La Haine is a wack ass horrocore online producer, basically, he popped off at the mouth @ ghetalion.com, so I KILLED HIM ON HIS OWN BEAT. Now you may laugh at his puny little pathetic pointed head.

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dont talk shit, especially if you know you cant back it up.

i plug the mic to my computer, to come out and neuter this wack producer
this ass is living in the past, and still thinking his shits the future
i use your simple beats, your weak ass boombap for dinosaurs
so you wanna be horrorcore, thats genre been played out since ninety four
you grimy whore, come test me and ill float you through that shiny door
i can kill you over the weakest tracks, ill prove it kid, ill rhyme on yours
you never should have messed with me, you had to come and test the beast
i play your beats like counting sheep, so you can sleep and rest in peace
you jumped in with a parachute, but pressed release preparing to
bring end to this nightmare early, because wargasms kept on scaring you
come on bi***, lets do this in the afterlife, im daring you
its easier to eat your soul without that pesky flesh to tear into
your essence is exposed, like your godawful beats, and i hate it
but maybe im supposed to hate because La Haine is french for hatred.
how you could you name yourself hatred, maybe your self hatred,
is why you opened yourself up for your demise, and left yourself naked
so i left your soul for satan, bereft and cold, and shaking,
abused and used, bruised and used to the sounds of bones breaking
you used to use the evil gimmick, but now you've gone sacred
because your domes caved in and you know that you wont make it
its time for your last will and testiment for testin this shit
your beats should be buried in a sewer, with the rest of the shit
you better get saved on your last night, because last night
i grabbed the last mic and read you your f***in last rites.
and as your moving through this last light,I want you to catch a glimpse of hell,
hold on to your rosary and grasp tight as you start to melt
you called me out and i came through, now you good as dead
you got your brains "blue" like smurfette gave you some good head