Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Hater

Giving my to hell,
And tell I did my best.

One love to
To
And fuck tha

I'm tired of all these snakes and leaches on the vein,
bled enough and now these bitches bout to feel tha pain.

You you name the haters been and with a point of view,
mother fuckers talkin shit but never had a clue.
Come with attitude cocksucka fuck yo life.

I tie you to a and make you watch me fuck your wife.
I'm just trying to catch you slippin a bar of soap,
I catch you while you fast
And then I slit throat.

I watch you and gargle choking for your last breath,
Then the wound apply some pressure to delay ya death.

See what it means your whole existance don't mean to me,
It ain't nothing but time to kill to you history.
And all you had to do was to keep fucking trap closed.
But now you got hands folded,
Clutched a single rose.

[Backup
take your life
Right here
You to try, DIE!

[Chorus:
Just close eyes,
Say last good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them bitch and make your peace.

Madrox:]
OK not a hater,
If I was it ain't no me.
I forever
die
Surviving off the
Miss me with everbody wants me dead same ol'
And switch my hatchet to a hanging off my cable.

If you critisize my fashion you like Tim Gunn,
I'm a scrub,
It's since day one.
So the hater,
Replicator,
with a foul tounge.

Take my magic marker and blacken his fuckin lung,
my box-cutter I'm a cut his eyes wide
And with broken pieces of replacin both his eyes.

Got a demon inside that's along for the ride,
Since the release of my LP back in 95.

Ever that day
I've been the hate
And not givin a fuck
Wut none of say.

So ya'll bitches
Black flowers up on your
You get what you
Burn in hell hatein

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I'll take life
Right tonight
You to try, DIE!

[Chorus:
close your eyes,
Say your good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them eyes bitch and your peace.

I see the ya pullin
Lookin a trailer hitch,
to your hood with goons
And snatch you out your bitch.

Put on your and close your eyes
for the execution.
Some call first degree
But I it my retribution.

Ya had chance to keep the sun
And now in the rain,
I be the but you the one who missin brains.

I put the barrel to the
And now your so
Two times eleven to yadome now ya luck.

So many times I spit just thinking of the day
Up to the point I sit for thinkin of away
To make you
ya blood spill like the wine.

Six feet up underneath the
Have ya tha pine.
how we do punk bitch with a ___ mouth
Lost in the woods till you by a boy scout
Stupid mother fucker what was you
Now ya body in the
Like rottin of the stinkin

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[Backup
I'll take your
here tonight
You to try, DIE!

[Chorus:
Just close eyes,
Say your good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them bitch and make your peace.