Hatred

('Cause no matter how many people look up to me,

I'll always get a feeling that I'll never be free,

Yeah, I can give props, drop my palm on your shoulder,

But don't forget credit don't stop you from regrettin' gettin' older.)

Nobody my age is as crazy as me, no matter how nice I try to be,

These pricks with needle-dicks two fifths the size of my pen,

Always get the hatred dedicated to me sent.

No tellin' when or how I'ma enter the scene--

Wait, you and your girl have beef?

Whoopsie, must'a been me!

I get mad, end up sad, just 'cause y'all think I rap to be as bad as Curtis Jackson!

('Cause no matter how many people look up to me,

I'll always get a feeling that I'll never be free,

Yeah, I can give props, drop my palm on your shoulder,

But don't forget credit don't stop you from regrettin' gettin' older.)

Get involved in an argument 'cause somebody wanted me to repeat a beat,

When I pretend to get my fist in 'em,

Make a ruckus, everybody's like "Fuck this",

Now I wait 4 everybody 2 find an excuse 2 get outta my room,

Cry for 5 minutes, boy life's wonderful ain't it? Guy beside me askin',

If I'm alright, gave 'em the finger I like, said "I'm fine."

Denied and lied 2 all eyewitnesses determined 2 find my issues,

I'm sorry, piece of my mind just went missin', I'ma go trauma-dump while no one wants 2 listen.

('Cause no matter how many people look up to me,

I'll always get a feeling that I'll never be free,

Yeah, I can give props, drop my palm on your shoulder,

But don't forget credit don't stop you from regrettin' gettin' older.)

Been called many names. Jerk don't really work, however "Jackass" and "Retard"

Get a pass 'cause that last insult ain't coincidential.

Vortex, piece of shit in the flesh, jackass-- yes!

If you say anything, I'll shit talk y'all like I did in When The Echo Fades!

Hey, Cam! Wanna call me an embarrassment? Cool, man. WHAM!

Call me a waste of space?! Or asshole, or INSANE 2 MY FACE?!

Well, shit. Guess I oughta live up 2 the name,

Now you'll really hate it when I play in your games, EH?!

('Cause no matter how many people look up to me,

I'll always get a feeling that I'll never be free,

Yeah, I can give props, drop my palm on your shoulder,

But don't forget credit don't stop you from regrettin' gettin' older.)