[Verse 1: TRIPLE $]

Hello to my haters

Who wanna attack at me like aligators

We need to figure out

Something about the hate that you are giving me right now

Instead of heartbeats

Man i got drumbeats

Cerebellum ain't on my mind

What's on my mind is a bassline

RNC is my own town,

And i ride around like I'm lyin down

Yeah bitch, that means I'm super calm

Now i need a mansion with soft grass

This song's for my haters who are worthless

I wanna piss 'em all off on purpose

And then laugh my ass off on their carcass

Cuz bitch I'm a goddamn MARTIAN!

[Hook]

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

[Verse 2: JayDawg]

They say I look like a nigga but i say I'm imported

Bitch you can ask triple $ in da studio, I'm pretty important

We got dope beats and we are dope mcs

So, watch your fuckin mouth wen you talkin' bout me

Yeah, 1 and 2 and 3 and to the 4

You haters better stay locked down in your home

Okay sure i ain't gud at putting down those lyrics

But so what?! triple $ is pennin it all for me, BITCH!

If you wanna be with him then first you gotta be good to me

Eh, u know he ain't givin a fuck bout ur H-A-T-E!

[Hook]

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

[Verse 3: TRIPLE $]

Ain't got no cadillac, ain't got no maybach

Stil be walkin out, with my chest out like I'm superman

Yeah, i worked hard 2 get where i am

Used to be wasting time, searching members for my so called rap-rock band

Image build up and then, in pieces they break up

Well, Whatever the hell happens we really won't give a fuck

Ya'll might say i use too much of profanity

Ya'll can gossip all you want but I'mma still write like this

You mothafuckin' haters better appreciate dis shit

Or i'll b slayin u all down like I'm a butcher nd u a biatch!

Cool

JayDawg told me to get 'em so i got 'em

Then i saw honey singh's fans so i went ahead nd shot 'em

That fake ass bitch was tryna teach everyone the wrong meaning of hip hop

Due to him now there ain't no difference between hip hop and pop

Fuckin chicks and Poppin pills that's all what these other rappers wanna do

You think I'm wrong? fuck them all nd then fuck you too!

[Hook]

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom

You fucking haters hate my songs

And i really hate your mom

So, i guess ya'll should delete my songs

And i should kill your mom