Kan Curam - Born Hater (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Kan Curam
• Born Hater (Instrumental)

Damn. We go.
Look at me
and choke on angry.
You'll never go back
Coz I'll eat you, baby.
All you can criticize is my hair.
The show is starting.
Let me take a chair.

You're either in my pack or my prey.
They used to ask me
"Where your haters born?
And where they are buried?"

So don't be silly man.
Forget about your plan.
It's a stupid little bottle of the bane.
Do you think I take it?

I'm a high criminal ass.
Coz I don't need these arms
To rise these people to the bass.
Yeap!
I’m king leader.
Don't twirl by this crown.
I have a town of people.
Don't meet with me in dark gate.
Coz I have a serious intention to pay.

Oh, Well.
I burned your ass.
Boom dada doom.
I see your fear.
Copy-pasted man
Hear your disappear.
Want a cookie little pookie?
Don't do me!

Shut up.
And listen here.
Hey, gossips.
Don't touch our spring.