Hate On Me – Richy Nix

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and I’mma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you gon’ just don’t run, run

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and I’mma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you gon’ just don’t run, run

I’mma pack it when I need it, as for now you bitches crying over secrets
Best believe it, crying cause you poked your finger with a needle and you’re bleeding
You bitches don’t even know blood when you see it
When we arrive you’ll be lucky to be breathing

I’m an artist slash prick so why would you ask
I’m as hard as your dick when you see a guys ass
You’re so small in this rap game
You ain’t even the size of my name written on a page

You should be spitting in the cage like the way
So nobody has to pay attention to the pre-school rap session
Battle me, I’ll battle you straight back
Cause beating me is like finding a needle in a hayes stack

Literally shit smells, your shit smells too
Quit spitting that shit before a toilet devours you
Wack shit I just flush, stop eating just hush
Richy Nix will leave you crushed like puppy love in highschool

That’s right fool, I’m head over hills but with the right tools
Cause sometimes my punch lines are straight up dome rhymes
But guess people with no intelligence are fucking good timed
And I don’t give a fuck who you roll with, thug, gangsta, player whatever

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and I’mma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you gon’ just don’t run, run

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and I’mma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you gon’ just don’t run, run

I’m too advanced, I got you saying all this crap
That I got nerdy rap, such a trap you be saying that
Cause your vocabulary’s hurting for a fact, you’re swerving off track
I’m not even serving no wacks, your diversion’s all wack

Tell your men to fall back or do whatever they can to crawl back
My feet are getting exhausted from crushing these small cats
We like to front all checks, like what the fuck’s up with that
I’m staying unaffiliated, it’s no fun I really hate it

My heart’s deterriorated from looking the mirrors to teary faces
If I ever got my hands on a gun, I be shooting too many faces
Be looting too many places, who are you to tell me that my views
Are just past issuses that can vanish with a tissue

I won’t miss you after I permanently dismiss you
I will terminate you sicky missles and these stinky little bitches that kisses you
The closest you’ll ever get to fucking with me
Is sticking your little dicks in the middle of my fucking CD, yeah, my fucking CD

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and I’mma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you’re gone just to run, run

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and Imma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you’re gone just to run, run

It’s a shame, another obstacle, but wait
He walks peoples, he claims he shots pistols
He’s saying he’s got riddles, his blade a sharp sickle
But with a flame, he melts like a popsicle

I’m staying true to the game cause I am not fickle
And don’t you ever call me an Eminem rip off
I’m getting so pissed off that I’m ripping them dicks off
Burning them to ashes, turning them to my lessons

And shoving them right back up ya asses
Just blown out of proportion, my skin tone is flussing
Poor judge me, I’m a red bloody Canadian native
Get it right, I’m not white and even if I was white

I’d still be tight, you should call me an Indian
With an axe I’mma swinging it right at your back
I’m bringing you all these tracks, I’m singing you all these facts
I’m making bigger hits than Babe Ruth swinging a bat and that is that

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and I’mma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you’re gone just to run, run

You wanna hate on me cause I sing the chorus
Come bring it to me and Imma paint the floors
With your blood and I won’t use a gun
Next time you see me you gon’ make sure you’re gone just to run, run