Whoa now, haters gonna hate
I throw my fork down, get that beef up off my plate
You better hold up, wait a minute wait
You’re talking bullshit that don’t matter anyway
Yo, bitch, stop your whining, cause it’s driving me crazy
Your name calling is lame and your insults are lazy
I think it’d be better for everyone if you never spoke again
I’d say that’s the first step if you ever wanna have some friends
But I guess that you don’t ever plan on that
Cause it just ain’t realistic
You’ll be alone for eternity
Just twisted and sadistic
Give yourself a hand, what you’re doin is really worth it When you make yourself look like a jackass, man
That shit is picture perfect
I say «Fuck nah!» when I see that beef up on my plate
Gavin never left no food up on his plate
Haters gonna hate, what the fuck can I do?
Put all the beef up in a pot and make a stew
What’s the fucking point of being a bitch
Talking shit on the internet and all that bullshit?
Say it to my face if you’ve got a fucking problem
Don’t gotta worry cause I can fucking solve 'em
Y’all pussy-ass bitches get the shit up out my face
Keep acting up, you’ll get your body in a brace
I know that you never even got to first base
But what’d I even do to you in the first place?
I got all these people saying to me, «You're in a rap group?
But you’re so quiet, oh my god, you really threw me for a loop!
My head is spinning, I’m feeling like I’m being duped
You’re like a skinny Biggie, white Weezy, you’re like a young Snoop!»
I laugh and nod and say «That might not be true, but thanks
Though, in the future please refrain from saying that I’m like Wayne.»
To my face you’re talking to me about how our shit’s the bomb
And when I’m gone you post our vids on ComedyCentral.com
«Make fun of this dumb bitch» is what your comment did say
And for some reason you also said that my roommate is super gay
Hate on me all you want, but why bring Shelly Jax into this?
And why do you feel the need to bring up the fact he macks on dicks?
You’re one to talk, spend all your time a-blowin that tree
You got nothing to show, is that why you’re jealous of us three?
You act like we’re buds, pal, but I know you’re talking shit
Cause the shit is on your lips and I watch it drip, drip, drip