Hated

Lyrics

[Hook] It's the most hated, most underrated, most jaded, most favorite Catch me in the hood with toast, I be the most sedated I don't mean to boast, it's over, leave the game faded Hated out, try to hit a vein, I see your aim's dated [Verse 1] I speak the macabre Sipping on Guinness, I turn cynic Live and learn to live the rest of your life in the burn clinic Laughed at your wounds and tossed in the freezer You're soft like Weezer, then freeze frame your thoughts We'll party when the coffin greets ya I'll be a schmuck if they caught me sellin' I got a whorehouse in Queens with ugly chickens like Tori Spelling Gory Days, it's a sport for felons The Future Is Now, most anticipated since they caught Lenin I'm VIP now, Venom shirt and black denim Extorting the world, sending packages on how it's ending The Vegas entertainment main stays, cocaine play Spit in the game, Nicki Cock bitches, they give me brain Then serenade me with a pentagram and twist the cake My project roof, a jewel thrown up in the pit of flames I'm digimortal, war prone like crossbones Bugged how the slugs move through your tubes like gallstones 'Cause you go both ways sliding on your knees Yo, I seen you up at Jimmy Jazz trying on the baby tees Your whole team's stubbed the platinum highlights Looking like Rip Torn, eyebrows waxed, chillin' in gay porn Streets watch, seeing how you speakin' to cops Can't even creep through yo' hood Sneaking your beeper your pops Bent off two plans copping Chinese with food stamps Too advanced, I run with goons that make moves like food champs [Hook (x2)] [Verse 2] Fuck y'all busters We bubbling pounds through Danish customs Straight to Canarsie, ghetto fab, we hustle on the bus Since bloodthirst My struggle make you throw your hands up The mantra Fans said I faked my own death like Tony Danza Pops was a pimp until the cops got him on bricks Fled the country with drug money till 2006 America's wickedest My whole block's hot like teen brothels Speed freaks, degenerates, fiends and straight vatos I'm hostile Pop the gat back, smacking your tonsils I'm a jackass who blow off his own face like Johnny Knoxville (Blaow) I'm in the place, 3-8's cruising, Virginia plates Uncle Howie rock the 50 inch with hidden flakes I did it all from designer chewables to nuns that's doable Guns are fun but seems taht pipe bombs are more suitable A safe bet Leave you creeped out like Sissy Spacek I'm 20 hits o' E with no weed Bleed through your tape deck In Dog we trust, spit bars that's poison as dust Gore's corrupt You be cleaning brains from off of the truck I can't even leave the state now for stalking this slut A thousand milligrams to withstand and coughing it up [Hook (x2)] [Saturday Night Live: More Cowbell (2000) Outro] I put my pants on, just like the rest of ya, one leg at a time, except, once my pants are on, I make gold records [Coffin Syrup Outro] - Stewart, you still up? - Uh-hmm - Experimenting with another cough's medicine? - *Sigh*... - Oh, it's night time, honey, where's the NyQuil?