You got to get up if you wanna get

I hate people that ain’t movin’ their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin’ my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin’ the bar
But I hate everybody that don’t like electric guitars

And I hate people who think they can dose up their medicine
F**kin’ with venom and I twista show them the force
I’d like to see somebody talkin s**t get turned up a corpse
Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers
Kick it with ya’ll

But I hate phony ass people and I hate having no dro
And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don’t be havin` no bitches
That break it down to the floor and I hate when I can’t help somebody
And I hate when I ain’t got dough, and I hate everyone feelin` twista
And prodigy rockin’ music party music control

You’ve got to get up if you wanna get off

Keep your eyes open so I can stop you from blinkin`
Make you feel try to see what you’re thinkin`
Through the hole in your dome while I’m holding my own
Get so cold in the zone I’m destroying my clone

I can fill the f**kin’ room up with torture and pain
Lyrical is coursing my veins
It’s the trilogy of terror from my era
Agility that I scare ya because I hate ya’ll