Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames
I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains
A blatant case of weighted hatred,
Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,
I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long
Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission
All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite
Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred
What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit
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