Illia Rybachuk - Hate lyrics

[Verse 1] Never had a bottle in hand and a smoke in the head f** it,the most ignorant type of living I hate I hate go there listen to stupid things I don't get I hate go there every f**ing day losing my faith In independence of our choice who to be what to do I rather sit at home and learn the things I didn't knew See their f**ing faces they making me so f**ing angry They gotta be cut like a leg with a f**ing gangrene They hungry for mocking of dumba**es in my group They do it everyday like turning on f**ing loop Their hatred is overfull, sh** my hate is coming to it I don't know how i still haven't got under their influence Shots-shots in the crowd and everybody ran It was all a dream, I ain't no madman Just watching they acting and i'm making them f**ing notes Then burn it to the ashes and put it to their throats I was looking for this f**ing angry beat and finally did it The perfect sound, I'll make this song completed And under my feet ten thousands of dead bodies It's not the first time, homie, that's already my hobby [Hook] f**, sh**, b**h, hitta'! I don't care 'bout your glitta'! You ain't Tyga, motherf**er! You ain't striker, ain't no fighter! f**, sh**, b**h, hitta'! I don't care 'bout your glitta'! You ain't Tyga, motherf**er! You ain't striker, ain't no fighter! [Verse 2] Feeling bad everyday, day smoking weed everyday Come on motherf**er, that's the games i do play I'm just kidding iI have never smoked anything Besides the cigarettes I admit that was my mistake Hate them f**ing smoking morans who got only 15 Pack a day and say I gotta give up with coffeine Just f** off, shut your mouth, keep doing your thang You didn't hear me? I heard something about yo gang You acting like a gangsta from 90's movies You don't see any beauty, all you see is damn booties Hate you motherf**er, woman's gotta soul too Maybe not good as yours but it's enough for you In front of me talking how you got high last night It just ganja - you say - I won't take any white I don't give a f** do what you wanna do I can tell, that trashman is good profession too You can hate me now But i won't stop now I get myself slower when six o's on my account Money ain't a thang, but b**h get down [Hook] f**, sh**, b**h, hitta'! I don't care 'bout your glitta'! You ain't Tyga, motherf**er! You ain't striker, ain't no fighter! f**, sh**, b**h, hitta'! I don't care 'bout your glitta'! You ain't Tyga, motherf**er! You ain't striker, ain't no fighter! [Verse 3] I hate going to sleep the day I gotta wake up I hate to ask even if I really need the backup I hate girls 'cause one day we gotta breakup I hate the government, all I see is kurupt The good people die first bad people come next They promised that every motherf**er will get arrested Ok, one done what about the rest? And whom the f** was that really adressed? I need a hard reset, I want see war in our hearts I wanna see how all this sh** gonna fall apart I hate to see when dipsh**s not making enough f**, is there anything I do love?