Re: Haters - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, uh, yeah

Don't hate me, dawg, hate my car

It ain't that dope, but I'm still a star

Yeah, I don't give a fuck, Chank Smith, get 'em while you're thinking of me

While you're fucking sitting alone drinking that PB

Know what I'm saying? Pabst Blue Ribbon

You ain't even can't afford that good shit, dawg

I'm the hood shit, dawg

I got my collar all popped, it's like under my earlobe

I don't give a fuck, man, I don't fear Joel

I'm not religious, dawg, I don't follow Christ

And I don't give a fuck, yo, He still think I'm nice

Yeah, Jesus know me, yeah, your ho love me

Yeah, your mom like "Ooh, he can't do it," But I can

Support for shit, that's what moms do

But that bitch change her tune when I come through

Me and the crew, we all came together, no carpool

I don't care, dawg, that's what we do

Poison dawg shit, don't start shit

It's Chank Smith and I got the beats with Mr. Green

Rare, I'm mean, that's like a lion roar

And I could also make sounds like a dinosaur

I'm pure carnivore, I don't fucking eat plants

Only thing I eat is your goddamn pants

And then I shit out denim and then I fuck your woman

And then I fuck your mom 'cause why the fuck not?

Yeah, Chank Smith, yeah

Thank this motherfucking style, I birthed you

No smile, yeah, uh, you see my teeth and shit, they all straight

Not awkward like your style and your stupid apartment

A bitch come through like "You live here?"

And then they high-tale to Chank's house, ooh yeah

I got my arms down tip in her, disrespectful

That's no touching business, man, that's what I do

Yeah, I don't touch her when I fuck her

'Cause that's how I treat your ho

You know what I mean?

I don't even touch her with my hands

It's just some pure dick shit, dawg