10 Haters

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Flash Bang Grenada - Rap

10 Haters

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[Intro: Busdriver] Oh, yeah We got some problems Let me tell you about them Here we go, come on [Hook 1: Busdriver & Nocando] One little, two little, three little haters Uh, four little, five little, six little haters Uh, seven little, eight little, nine little haters Here we go [Verse 1: Busdriver] It's like I got green hair let's be fair Street wear for the school Y'all niggas know how it go When bitches getting on My shit glow like Yoda's poop Real niggas know the truth And what's a real nigga look like? A SoHo douche in a promo suit? Sure well that's me in a nutshell I had to be released from fashion police Yeah I jump bail Haters say I sound like corny Space Ghost And a Tori Amos cover band Telling corny gay jokes Squash numbers punch hookers When I'm on the juice fast But the blah rainy newscast In my songs got a boob fast Yeah you had a short run Fork tounged amphibian Don't be mad because I'm not The [?] Don't be mad cuz there's no genre That you cannot fit me in Your city's frail your kidneys fail Your heart's a ball of titty skin I'm in the weight room You're in the waiting room And you are hating whom Screaming like a raving loon? Me 'cos you think I'm in motion pics And gross so ripped That's beyond gay so your entre You guessed it, a bowl of dicks Plus it's obvious that white people like me White people like me Of course they do because they are the White people like me White people like me I fight evil vikings And spite feral psyches Park up at the venue like a Death star space dock I set the bar make guaps So go ahead and take shots [Hook 2: Busdriver] For every child that I have I got ten haters For every style that you've nabbed I got ten haters For every gal that I've stabbed I got ten haters I got ten haters I got ten haters For every child that I have I got ten haters For every style that you've nabbed I got ten haters For every gal that I've stabbed I got ten haters I got ten haters I got ten haters [Verse 2: Nocando] When I step out the house I get 10 haters times "X" Looking at my nuka like Oh is that a Timex? (yo, what's that?) I'm ever so expensive And never so insolent (never) It takes me from LAX to the Ibex Peninsula (yeah) I'm young, black, and gifted Awesome and eccentric Shopping at this [?] 'Cos the socks are inexpensive (cha-ching) They say I'm full of shit and gas Like Altimas and Civics Really I'm just fuel efficient So my thoughts are in the distance (fuck) On a mixtape I spit faith Coughing up the kids' meal (ah) Haters don't relate 'Cos I'm not with all the incest (yeah) Brother, bruh bruh, bro, Brody I'm a grown ass man Not a baby boy, Josie (baby boy) When I come around now They're all acting phony And think I'm living the sweet life It's all Zach and Cody (ha ha ha ha) This is for my homies and the Blowdians Who serve us like [?] and Joey, man The haters just can blow me in The bay they call it boss Since I'm all state as Tony Danza (Tony Danza) I'm real right I write real No phony stanzas (nothing) The bloggers hate with their Passive aggressive lonely asses I keep yelling quit acting Like you don't know me, bastard Used to be a problem but funny Now it's a blessing If the haters were dollars I could pull the country out of recession But fuck it I'd rather get money out of progression For my ninjas like Naruto Not for you putos [Hook 3: Nocando & Busdriver] For every mic that I rock know I got Ten haters For every dyke on my jock know I got Ten haters That's too much oh sike no it's not Ten haters I got ten haters I got ten haters For every mic that I rock know I got Ten haters For every dyke on my jock know I got Ten haters That's too much oh sike no it's not Ten haters I got ten haters I got ten haters [Outro: Busdriver & Nocando] One little, two little, three little haters Four little, five little, six little haters Seven little, eight little, nine little haters That's ten haters to put to respirators And put "F"s on their test papers One little, two little, three little haters Four little, five little, six little haters Seven little, eight little, nine little haters That's ten haters to put to respirators I put "F"s on their test papers

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