Born Hater

To all you born hater, hating cause you ain't shit

I'm real and killing this beat you just have to face it

You're wasted, yeah keep on talking, bitch

I'm sick of it already I ain't giving a shit

No time to argue

I'll just throw both of my fingers up and scream fuck you

So I understand why you bitches want to diss me

Cause when you read my lyrics but can't when you try to mimic it

Yeah, I'm the sickest, you just gotta admit it

See me in the streets even your girlfriend want to kiss me

Everyone's scared of me because I'm dark and scary

I was just warming up but here comes the vocabulary

I'm a prominent intellectual, bitches hear me with rapture

I enrapture them with this beat and their attention I capture

When bitches hear my music they get the necessary pleasure

It's real business, I'm not afraid to kill you like Marshall Mathers