[Hook x2: Prozak]
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I can see it in your eyes
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See right through your lies
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Everything you pretend to be
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And it comes as no surprise
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Hater in disguise
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That you are my enemy
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[Verse 1: Prozak]
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Just look at you I see you staring all green with envy
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You wishin upon a star hoping that one day you can end me
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Bitch
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Look deep into my eyes
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You don't Know truth from lies
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And it comes as no surprise
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That I'm not the kind to empathize
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Retaliation must
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Anhiallation bust
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A violation garunteed to make your skull crush
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A savage assassin it belongs to a famule like Manson
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Attacking at random
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By sellin your soul for ransom
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Tall dark and handsome
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300 pounds and then some
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I call me click with the full clip inside of me handgun
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And if you really want it with me then you can have some
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But I suggest you listen to the words inside this anthem
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So can you back it up and there's no place you can run
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Hitchcock of Hip-Hop, lights camera, action!
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In terms of intellect it's simple that my shit is pure
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It makes me wonder how the fuck you got so insecure
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[Hook x2: Prozak]
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I can see it in your eyes
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See right through your lies
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Everything you pretend to be
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And it comes as no surprise
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Hater in disguise
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That you are my enemy
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[Verse 2: Prozak]
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I get it how I live it
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I hustle every minute
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It's sloppy seconds pick and
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Done 'ready ran up in it
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No matter how much you say and despite them things you do
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And keep in mind this cancerous karma comes back to you
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I kinda wonder if you ponder in your slumber
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Thoughts of trying to solve your blunders but plots are takin me under f*g
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But you must muster enough strength to stop this thunder
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And think before you plunder
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You might find youself in a body bag
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I must be doin somethin
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I got you haters talkin
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Keep out these bitches gawkin
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Check out those people moshin'
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Been known to keep it popin'
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Still got these albums droppin
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This fights a play your hatian
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I hit the nation, nothin
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Hip-hop the cynical
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Rock, rap, political
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Lyrics so critical
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Pivital each and every syllable
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Always original
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Traitors cut your umbilicle
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Immitator recipricle
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Then your late in my pentacle
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[Hook x2: Prozak]
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I can see it in your eyes
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See right through your lies
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Everything you pretend to be
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And it comes as no surprise
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Hater in disguise
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That you are my enemy
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
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(Puss!)
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I can see you hatin' this
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Life I leave when I'm makin it
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Well deserved the seldom words
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And I can feel you fakin' bitch
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Ain't never no mistakin with
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That demon inside is blatant shit
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Like when I come around hating quits
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And I smile at a false hand-shakin bitch
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They already told me what you said
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Tech is old and the followers dead
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Forget his flow and fuck his red
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I be wrong I'm a bust your head
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Send that punk to the fuckin meds
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How you gonna be jealous about my bread
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When it started out with none of us fed
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All this time we sweat and bled
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And you salty awfully faulty
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Wish your death and envy you let your a pals feed
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Off me
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I'm a thirsty killer
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And I'm quick to drugs these till her
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And you cannot hurt me, skrill her
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When I think like Percy Miller
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In my vacinity
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Don't pretend to be a friend of me
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Cause sin is he who be grim and deminish me
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Like I was Kennedy
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When it be, serenity
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I'll be finicky
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About bein around you motherfuckers cause your my enemy!
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[Hook x2: Prozak]
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I can see it in your eyes
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See right through your lies
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Everything you pretend to be
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And it comes as no surprise
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Hater in disguise
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That you are my enemy
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Enemy
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| Prozak |
