
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Death of a Hater |
Giving my soul to hell, |
And tell Heaven I did my best. |
One love to family |
To Juggalos |
And fuck tha rest |
I’m tired of all these snakes and demons leaches on the vein, |
I’ve bled enough and now these bitches bout to feel tha pain. |
You know you name the haters been and with a point of view, |
Pussy mother fuckers talkin shit but never had a clue. |
Come with your attitude cocksucka fuck yo life. |
I tie you to a chair and make you watch me fuck your wife. |
I’m just trying to catch you slippin like a bar of soap, |
I catch you while you sleepin fast |
And then I slit your throat. |
I watch you bleed and gargle choking for your last breath, |
Then close the wound apply some pressure to delay ya death. |
See what it means your whole existance don’t mean shit to me, |
It ain’t nothing but time to kill to make you history. |
And all you had to do was to keep your fucking trap closed. |
But now you got your hands folded, |
Clutched onto a single rose. |
I’ll take your life |
But here tonight |
You want to try, DIE! |
Just close your eyes, |
Say your last good-byes. |
Get down on your knees, |
Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace. |
OK Jamie not a hater, |
If I was it ain’t no killin me. |
I live forever |
Never die |
Surviving off the infamy |
Miss me with that everbody wants me dead same ol' |
And switch my hatchet to a target hanging off my cable. |
If you critisize my fashion you faggot like Tim Gunn, |
I’m a Juggalo scrub, |
It’s that since day one. |
So kill the hater, |
Replicator, |
Dissin with a foul tounge. |
Take my magic marker and blacken his fuckin left lung, |
With my box-cutter I’m a cut his eyes wide |
And with broken pieces of mirror replacin both his eyes. |
Got a demon inside that’s been along for the ride, |
Since the release of my first LP back in 95. |
Ever since that day |
I’ve been embracin the hate |
And basically not givin a fuck |
Wut none of ya’ll say. |
So fuck ya’ll bitches |
Black flowers up on your casket |
You get what you deserve |
Burn in hell hatein bastards |
I’ll take your life |
But here tonight |
You want to try, DIE! |
Just close your eyes, |
Say your last good-byes. |
Get down on your knees, |
Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace. |
I see the shit ya pullin |
Lookin like a trailer hitch, |
Come to your hood with goons |
And snatch you out your trailer bitch. |
Put on your knees and close your eyes |
Wait for the execution. |
Some call this first degree |
But I call it my retribution. |
Ya had your chance to keep the sun |
And now your in the rain, |
I be the Skarcrow but you the one who missin brains. |
I put the barrel to the bone |
And now your so fucked |
Two times eleven to yadome now ya outta luck. |
So many times I spit just dwellin thinking of the day |
Up to the point I sit for hours thinkin of away |
To make you suffer |
Make ya blood spill like the wine. |
Six feet up underneath the ground |
Have ya smellin tha pine. |
Lost in the woods till you discovered by a boy scout |
Stupid mother fucker what was you thinking |
Now ya body in the bushes |
Like this rottin of the stinkin |
I’ll take your life |
But here tonight |
You want to try, DIE! |
Just close your eyes, |
Say your last good-byes. |
Get down on your knees, |
Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace. |
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