NPC3 - Hater Huntin' Season lyrics

I wake up eager and I'm ready to go, throw on my camo, load up the ammo and I'm out the front door I got some haters that are ready for war, I call it huntin', it's my favorite sport Bet I get a couple dozen or more of different sorts, love when I hit em subtle with force But if they suffer than I have no remorse, pesty bustas had it comin' of course They hate us shinin', find em hidin', light em up like the Fourth And they far from extinct, they double in numbers in the blink of an eye Multiplyin' like swine, so it's time for minimizin' they size Strategize to catch em all by surprise, leavin' em paralyzed and petrified to meet their demise So rise and shine and good greetin's, grab your 9 and let em know the reason We're cleanin' up our region, it's Hater Huntin' Season, and time for gettin' even For beefin' while you vegan, man you must be dreamin' Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, (rise and shine) Better grab your 9, (grab your 9) It's Hater Huntin' Season, It's Hater Huntin' Season And we're taggin' y'all, I bet I put your head on my wall It's the season for leavin' em leaking' For speakin' on my team, time to clean up the region It'll be hard to get to sleepin' this evenin' Believe it, I'll be dreamin' of fleein' and screamin' Anticipation greater than any holiday Wakin' up wit twenty tags, I'ma get em all today Catch a hater frolickin' like a antelope Till I take a bullet and put it right through his cantalope Two hundred yards away, you safe, that's a joke Wardog, reach in the bag homie, and grab a scope Y'all don't have a hope, believe me that'll cease I want your head to put it up on my mantelpiece At the least you gon' be restin' in peace At the most you burn in hell wit the rest of your peeps So I suggest if you don't like us to chill Because this season b**h, we got a license to k** Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, (rise and shine) Better grab your 9, (grab your 9) It's Hater Huntin' Season, It's Hater Huntin' Season And we're taggin' y'all, I bet I put your head on my wall Now at any given time, I could come up from behind Punch you in your neck for plottin' on mine Stab you with the mic right through your chest Steal your shine, watch you bleed to d**h I'ma grind, get mine, put in overtime I don't whine, I climb to this throne of mine N-P-C-3, they some bros of mine Lyrical heat with the coldest rhymes Gotta be Mike D and them chosen guys When it's Hater Huntin' Season, they all die Gotta, gotta, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the reason Chiggity chop a n***a nuts, Hater Huntin' Season Ready and I'm revvin' up the engine of the demons 2Pac screamin', last n***a breathin' Hatin a** heathens, bout to start bleedin' Rez Rap Records and it's Hater Huntin' Season Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, (rise and shine) Better grab your 9, (grab your 9) It's Hater Huntin' Season, It's Hater Huntin' Season And we're taggin y'all, I bet I put your head on my wall