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Self Hatred ( La Haine Diss )
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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.
slept on fam common sense
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #997
Peak in subgenre #534
Author
wargasms
Rights
2003
Uploaded
July 22, 2003
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
dont talk shit, especially if you know you cant back it up.
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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 bitch, 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 fuckin 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
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