I hate you and your mother,
And let them lames get your old number
Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
How can i really hate her?
It's real dog, i live in the fire
New york, va, dc, get paid
Its the things that i hate
And i hate the chilly weather
I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her
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