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Ayy
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked?
I'm a bodmon 
Look, hol' on, look, huh
(Great John on the beat by the way)

I'm

I
Don't care
Don't know
Hate me
Tape me
Say it's me
Open your eyes
See it's me
Use me
Abuse me
Say it's me
Open your eyes
See it's me
Don't need

bleed
Shoot this bird
Clip these wings
Don't walk away
From the better part of me
Don't let me go go go

Red
The brightest red
Bring those vultures
Back

The Smog

Insane Clown Posse

The Terror Wheel

1994

In his Birmingham Hills
Well fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my head 
Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me
I hate you too

on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip

you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you

my time
You don't waste my time

You said that you weren't gonna waste my time
Keep a pound of that gangrene, that's by my side

She say now that she

We heard o' ya bitch muhfuckas poppin' shit
We murder ya! Biatch!
Run up in ya crib snack up
Ya kid then murk yo Pa
You don't know what I do to ya! Uh

what's up
Miss the bro but can't talk cause he dead
Other bro sip a whole lot of red
Off the gas, I don't care what you said
And I won't let it go to my

No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up

bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that

Scream in agony, I'm full of hate
I'm pissed off
Choke em out, suffocate, cease
I'm the reason he don't breathe
I'm the reason that he bleed
I'm the reason

The love overpowers the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound

A.B.C.

Another Bad Creation

Coolin' at the Playground Ya Know

1991

serve is real superb
And I'll be right back with part two of this funky rhyme G

Haha, yeah boy

Yo Red, I don't wanna flow no more man
Y'all go

things
But hate can't win
So forgive your dead friend
And if one by one, two by two
Gunshot buss boy whatcha gonna do
When badman come I beg you son don't

or sororities
(No)
I be by my lonely I don't like to fraternize with anybody
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Trapping by my lonely tell 'em keep hating
Honestly I don't give a shit

Stars and Stripes of Corruption

Dead Kennedys

Frankenchrist

1985

don't destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves first
From the inside out

We can start by not lying so much
And treating other people like

you're around
All my demons get to jumping
Tell me you hate me, I hate my fucking guts
I wanna paint my whole room red

I don't have any friends
I be

computer
Would be the out come
If this period shit continues
Ima shoot my self with a shotgun
Play this song at max volume got my ass beat by my mum
I hate

a ghost writing
Tension goes up, I'm always saying it's our last session
We're playing this by playin' me
People hate me, people hate me
Longer problem,

and angry faces

Glass walls divide, years go by
Hate in disguise, mama don't cry
Just as the scene fades out
Keep it close, but don't let me down

Don't

you hate on that

How you hate on that foreal
Is it my hustle fueled by the pain
How you hate on that foreal
I can't get comfortable staying the same

I’m heartbreaker told that bitch bye bye Twin turbo watch a nigga fly by, bitch 
I’m a hologram red dot shotta,
Choppa making you do the cha cha,

of you fondly as they pass you by

​​But it feels like dream
A red-and-blue dream
All that green light across the bay
Couldn't tear you away from this