What up ya'll?    Alright, gotta little something to say    You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground    And we see all of ya'll Yea we see ya'll    You know what I'm saying?    Everybody in the game trying to do their thing    You in the industry We in the streets    You know what I'm saying?    The label that runs beneath the streets   Psychopatchic ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie,    Zug Izland, ICP, and TWIZTID!       Hey you bitch boy guess what?    Me and my brother made of rubber    So when Twiztid’s in the house    We bounce the mothafucker    Save your pen ink and your paper    Player hater We bring the dark side    Everywhere like the temper    Ain’t you heard Ain’t nobody jocking your shit    Use an open toed sandle    Just flip-flopping it    Here’s one for your play list    Suck my mothafucking dick    First single You can wait on the remix       Get your candle blew out I feel the love homie    Even if it's hating your mouth    I'm still the same sick and Twiztid individual    Looking to go ballistic    So reminiscent to make your ???    I keep it covered and smothered    Like hash browns And my war songs ready    Keeping them vultures from swooping down    I'm as classic as a throwback version Of Michael Myers    Where the hatred that’ll spread Like a forest fire       yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)       I trying to shake them off my collar    With a pop and a twist    But these haters hang on    Like some velcro shits I can’t escape it    I try scraping them off    But they holding on so tight    It's like rapping a moth    I leave you mothafuckers shaking    In the frost of my cold heart    And burry you alive    In a hole in my backyard    Don’t act hard You don’t want to chance it sonny    Monoxide, you know how we do this, money       So now I hear that you're attacking my crew    For the shit that we do    And you'se a bitch    Thinking ain’t nobody sweeter then you    We spitting sugar shock    For you dum-dum lollypops    Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock    Better bust right If you're looking for the lime light    Better sit down    Get your rhyme right    Get your shit tight    Round here we stay tight    Like fly anus When no video    Don’t no radio rotate us    And no play list Just young, dumb, and faceless    While big cats copping these dumb hoes    And nice bracelet       (You hear that, all stars go wait on your publishing    checks so you can pay your baby momma rent what)       yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)       I don’t know why    They hate me so much    Dedicating more then half of their life    To doing such bitch ass shit    It’s making me wanna retaliate    You’d probably press charges    Hoping that they’d lock me away       I’m not a bad boy I’m a fat boy, bitch boy    My whole team spits raps    While your team is unemployed    Riding a pie I’m a give them a piece of my mind   You'se a back burner project    Getting done up from behind    My whole squad drops LPs to CDs    And making way more chow    Then you’ll hoes will ever see       That’s right mothafuckers    Stop making that shrink rap Boo-boo bitch       Hold up man, why dont you bring that beat back up in here?      yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)    yuwannahoe? (So don’t worry)    Don’t hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)