Hate face (garbage version)
I produced this dirty ugly song.
It's never too late to waste a little time.
This is mastabeta.
Honest rap. Anybody in a pink jumpsuit need not apply, unless of course you are man enough to wear it without checking with your friends every ten minutes.
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"A fine collection of bad dubs. I'm just glad it exists."
-EPL
Lyrics
Hateface...face full of hate...
got hate on my mind...I hate it...
"So basically the bow breaks and I wake up..."
Young Man-Droid with his guts and his eyeballs popped - ate up...wait up a sec, the hatred is making me "vagrant" with the aches in my brain drained into a state of "spacious"...famously apelike, and once remained naked...when the bow relaxes and the ...(?)
You could call it a bump during the night of the creeps...where little kids across the world be dreadin' fallin' asleep...keep your rosary where it's supposed to be and hopefully...this Brooklyn Acidic...will have you shittin' from the "pokery"
woe is me, my world remains to be archaic
noticably stained in the wood grained shade of the blood (of the last DJ who played it)...My songs sit perched upon the rooftops of churches, BROADCASTIN'PROPAGANDA THAT MAKES MY OWN CREW NERVOUS...the curb is home to this "rock the mic alonerist..."
When I show up with Lovell, you could smell the trouble over it, supposin' it was only a bad connection with a "sober hit"...a stray trigger: where some dumb niggas hand won't fit, the ruubber grips...you could dub your shit...and then dub mine over it...yo I don't fake jax, I'll coat your tampax with Anthrax...sacks of black trees, like the attractive breeze of females...I'll drain your blood...and walk down your block with three pails...(that's a lot of blood)
HATEFACE...
I know I shouldn't be awake, it's late...and the "song of sanitation" creates the question of how much I could truly take?
the shakes keep me nervous, I don't deserve this...but that's what I've been handed...I can't understand it...can you spare a cigarette? Thanks!
I know they're 5 bucks a pack and if i could, I'd give it right back...so while I'm lookin' for that "right track", I might crack under the haystacks lost needle...stuck in a world of many sleepless evils...
These venetian blinds...from behind them the sun blinds my tired eyes...I'm not surprised to greet the morning and its lies...yeah, today may be different...because of my routine, it seems like this civil unrest between my ears fears death, but has been sucking the barrel of a gun in no time flat or less...yes...I'm irresponsibe...my wife must secretely think I'm horrible...but the space between mood swings brings sweet kisses mixed with disagreements...and licks to a softening penis...
I was born the bastard son of a prostitute with a lusty eye...now I'm torn between sobriety and that ol' trusty high...
because life is a bitch, I step through it with my fists up...it seems to me to be a 19/seven six slip up...
mixed up grass, blown glass, when Carmen (mom) took a dick in her ass...ask my friends, I'm amazing...
changing only to become the same, remaining plain staying way below the radar where nobody knows my name...it's quiet down here, with beer and cigarettes...in fact it's so hot the microphone begins to sweat.
it's all hate...
hate
hate
hate...
FULL OF HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
