[Intro]
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate?
[Verse 1]
This underage kid snuck into another bar
He thinks he's so f**ing smart, he says it's for the love of art (yeah?)
You show promoters gonna let him spit a couple bars?
He's got a confident face but sweaty underarms (Why?)
I guess they seen him battle once the ba*tard's earned respect
He can freestyle plus he spits his verses fresh (So?)
The way he rides a beat you'll bob your head and hurt your neck
He's a perfect mixer a happy-go-lucky disturb and stress
Look at him at the third Jager and Red Bull in fifteen minutes
He gulped the last one down and didn't even attempt to swig it
Ready to chase away the last rapper that had sh**ty gimmicks
From the city limits at any minute (Don't ask if he's kidding)
Six minutes young man you're on
Kid ripped it; unplanned, unflawed
Uninhibited drunk ads and broads yell
(Nocan brawl! Come back for more, come back for more!)
[Chorus]
Why? he ain't even making no money
It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies
It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat
I don't really like him, never mind what it's like
Still he ain't even making no money
It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies
It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat
Well I don't really like him, never mind what it's like
[Verse 2]
Arrgh! Other than him, everyone else is well dressed
He's acting oblivious to it , Hell yes!
I mean he's sticking out like a sore thumb on a handless man
Would you believe the little ba*tard has a pack of fans
That don't consist of his mom and his dad
Some say he hits the spot or he's really bland and drab
Look! He's mixing liquor kicking it with the fat ladies
Sipping whiskey with his arms around a Phillipina chick
Get frisky, get jiggy while the DJs getting ready
To spin everybody in the club getting tipsy
The dancefloor's in a frenzy
He started the show a moment ago like a gypsy
Who is he? Who cares?!
Who does he think he is, embracing his geekiness
He thinks he's slick he lined his sleeve with tricks
That don't blow the egos of MC's that diss to smithereens and bits
Watch him handle almost any inconvenience
[Chorus]
Why? he ain't even making no money
It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies
It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat
I don't really like him, never mind what it's like
But still he ain't even making no money
It's like he's in love with hangovers, haters and honies
It's like he got a secret reason to be staying upbeat
Well I don't really like him, never mind what it's like
[Verse 3]
I don't know what to say except I love L.A
Today is just another day, Dark rum is great
I had some tonight, I must have drunk it straight
Because my throat feels like I've swallowed a grenade
I'm aerodynamic some people call me under-weight
You know I got into this show and I'm underage
My lifes a new young teacher because i'm underpaid
Gangsters say 'aight', surfers say 'f**in' A'
[Outro]
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? The hate-haters!
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? we hate hate
Who hates hate? The hate-haters!