anyone with some form of talent knows this guy. he pretends to hate ur sh** and will put it down anytime... but they can do no better/they secretly love it. i, however, have no talent, so i dont know too much about it.
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Lyrics
Hater Fan
when i rap a line
i flow forever, just try and keep track of time
it'll crack ya spine
and you lack a rhyme
so you dont get applause unless i clap my nine
my shows packed, my albulms flyin off the rack
at my concert, i saw you standin at the back
lyrical attack with my lyrical abilities
turn it up or lay it down with my tranquility
i could walk into your show and rock the facility
you cant get rid of me, must be sh** tin me
please your attention cause gold is ya intention
you'll be lucky to get an honourable mention
pull out the barrel, tell you to kiss this
ya disses miss so class is dismissed
fist it to punch, listen for crunch
i just missed my brunch so i ate him for lunch
player for real, using girls for fun
date em for a month and then i make em cum
his answer to everything in this world is run
so i run to his girl to take her virginity
check the vicinity and steal any cherries in close proximity
you aint offendin me, you a hater fan
and i got so much green, they call me the paper man ye
you know im grown, livin on my own
pay bills with deals, heat, cable and phone
but i aint tryin to brag, born a loser, now you dyin a fag
clean up the mess and now you lyin in a bag
they diss me and talk sh** behind my back
rewind this rap
they diss me and talk sh** behind my back
im on the grind like that, ya mind is whack
i couldnt even find ya track, i got more lines than crack
im more street than maps, more meat than wraps
defeats a fact for weaks attacked
until ya sheets unwrapped and you gettin exposed
you a lil pussy b*** from ya toes to ya nose
but in ya head, you think you can compete
slice me at the ankles cause im lackin da feet
understand now, i dare you to speak
ya flow needs to be repaired of a leak
im goin straight up like air with some heat
and i very degrees, 1st, 2nd or 3rd
you gettin burried with ease
talkin about hater fans, if you dont get it
then you might as well forget it
hot artists let him in and then regret it
they normally start beef and hate for no reason
they love ya sh** but act like its not very pleasin
they'll cut ya when your down.. leave you in the ground
walk away and not once think to turn around
they love ya sound but say they hate it
and if they could, they'd say they made it
the scum of the earth, a bum is their worth
been hatin since the day his mom gave em birth
aint never work unless its to make you hurt
no matter what you sprayin, the words you sayin
the verbs you slayin, the burbs you layin
you heard him hatin and you tired of the sh**
you wish you could just be wired for a bit
rip em off, twist em and electricute a b***
execute a snitch, ironic that he got killed with own wires
but he was just blowin air, he should have filled some tires
icy smooth, ive been known to chill a fire
no wonder you jealous, i build empires
so if you wanna step to my flow then get a raft
cause i take more rookies than the NFL draft