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Stig Of The DumpHater Lyrics

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Chorus
    • Hate life, hate rap, hate white, hate black,
    • Hate love, love hate, I think I’m gonna lose it,
    • Hate rappers, hate beats, hate trying to make peace,
    • With all you fake fucks but I got love for the music,
    • Hate me ? I hate you, I hate trying to break through,
    • I Love being better but I hate having to prove it,
    • I Hate when you mother fuckers hate on my tracks,
    • But I’m fuelled by the hate, so it’s time for the new shit,
Verse 1
    • I Hate every thing I’ve ever done, every thing I’ve ever said,
    • I Hate it when your hated, when simply trying to get ahead,
    • Hate the fact so many whack rappers are still getting press,
    • And hate the fact that their rich while I’m busy trying to settle debts,
    • I hate being slowly overpowered by my violent side,
    • And hate the fact I need to feel the hate to know that I’m alive,
    • Hate the music industry, hate being broke,
    • But nowhere near as much I hated working a 9 to 5,
    • Diamond white helps to numb the pain,
    • But hate has a knack of getting back at you in other ways,
    • I hate seeing worry in mothers face,
    • Cos the life I lead has got me heading straight for a muddy grave,
    • It’s an ugly game, that breeds depravity,
    • So many lust the fame, while I fiend for some clarity,
    • Rapidly losing sanity, under the sword of Damocles,
    • Fighting to not be consumed by the fucking hate,
Chorus
    • Hate life, hate rap, hate white, hate black,
    • Hate love, love hate, I think I’m gonna lose it,
    • Hate rappers, hate beats, hate trying to make peace,
    • With all you fake fucks but I got love for the music,
    • Hate me ? I hate you, I hate trying to break through,
    • I Love being better but I hate having to prove it,
    • I Hate when you mother fuckers hate on my tracks,
    • But I’m fuelled by the hate, so it’s time for the new shit,
Verse 2
    • I hated being an outsider as little kid,
    • But now as an adult I hate nothing more than fitting in,
    • I hate the dishes sitting stinking in my kitchen sink,
    • but love looking bummy while these mother fuckers drip in bling,
    • I love getting drunk but hate the hangovers,
    • If I’m honest sometimes I hate being sober,
    • Love playing the joker, love being ignorant
    • But hate it when I’m serious and heads aren’t as into it,
    • I love sleeping in and not having a day job,
    • But hate waking up to find out half my days gone,
    • I hate that my tempers so short when the days long,
    • And hate it when I hate myself and people say to stay strong,
    • I hate the fact their right as well,
    • And hate my suicide attempt being seen as a cry for help,
    • They say misery loves company, Yeah?
    • Well I guess that explains why I hate being by myself,
Chorus
    • Hate life, hate rap, hate white, hate black,
    • Hate love, love hate, I think I’m gonna lose it,
    • Hate rappers, hate beats, hate trying to make peace,
    • With all you fake fucks but I got love for the music,
    • Hate me ? I hate you, I hate trying to break through,
    • I Love being better but I hate having to prove it,
    • I Hate when you mother fuckers hate on my tracks,
    • But I’m fuelled by the hate, so it’s time for the new shit,
Verse 3
  • I hate my doctor, my chemist and hate my therapist,
  • Hate the fact I blame everyone else for temperament,
  • I hate my ex for ever making me a mentalist,
  • And if you’re listening I hate you even being mentioned bitch,
  • And yeah I hated claiming benefits,
  • But loved spending half of my giro getting wrecked on sedatives,
  • And yeah I hate living where the weathers shit,
  • But if I moved away I’m sure in time I get depressed with it,
  • And yeah I hate being a pessimist,
  • But I’m positive I’ll never stop obsessing with the negative
  • And no I won’t ever quit,
  • Cos that’ll just make room for the rest of you generic pricks,
  • I’m sure you guessed it, I hate phoney thugs,
  • And hate it being seen as weakness when you open up,
  • The fact I’ve lasted this long is a stroke of luck,
  • Every day I edge closer to going nuts.