THIS GOES OUT TO ALL THE HATERS

Alrite ya'll can call me "Kane" cause there "aint no half steppin"//
ima go "all out" on this verse, just sit back and make shure u listenin//

i run a "lyrical inventory", got so much "stock", its like a never ending "story"//
diss me and im gonna come at u with that new shit: hood, gully and gory//

(flippn it)
The Haters - Part 1: the victory//
yer u know im talkin bout the battle wit darkhistory//
bitch beat me on dick ridin votes, yer that aint no mystery//
if fools are trippin on XTC's shit, then give me sum shine,//
lil fucker bit my whole shit, line afta line//
even beat xplicit's bitch arse with a verse that was originally mine!//

(peep the battle, DarkHisTory Vs. Young Buck and XTC vs. Xplicit for proof)

(flippn it)
The Haters - Part 2: the shit everyone here should know//
XTC thinks my lines is "medicine", so he keeps "takin" em, thinking they gonna "fix" his flow//
bitch u stole my shit, i fuckin wrote it//
u wanna use my shit, the least u fuckin do is fuckin quote it//
u must be trippin, sippin hennessy, high on XTC, highlight my shit and press "Control C"//
add in sum wack bullshit and post it up wit "Control V"//
u a fuckin wannabe, u just wanna be me, but the thing is, u just cant fuckin see me//
thought it wouldnt come back to me? bitches be talkin, actin like they an O.G//
sounds to me like sum1 wants to be the next xzibit// (frontin)
and that takes me to the next part of the story, original faggot xplicit//

(flippn it)
The Haters - Part 3: tha fake thug//
right now u waist deep in the grave that U dug//
by indirectly dissin me, XTC did the hard work, stole my shit and beat u for me//
ill never make it to the top, i already like "noreaga", im "banned from TV"//
i aint sayin u "nas", but u "gods son" bitch, im god and u dat bitch//
cant believe u actually suggestin taht i should snitch//
u str8 up told me that xtc was stealin my slang//
but i know that if u had the chance u be doin the same thang//
u a wangsta, if im gonna respond it gonna be all on my own//
actually u should all form a crew, call it "gunpowder cologne"//
cause if i hear any more shit from use bitches, ull catch a "9" in ure "dome"//
but lets start to bring this shit home, now im comin at dat lil bitch blaze_2k4//
cant keep his nose outta other peoples shit, he like a nosey lil whore//

(flippn it)
The Haters - Part 4: going at Blaze 2k4//
say i cant rhyme again, ima show u the door//
ure face needs sum renovatin' so ill pull out the 44//
red's my favourite color so im paintin the floor//
u so fuckin "amatuer" the only time i see u "spit" is in "videos"//
"cum shot" faggot, u scared of pussy, only fuk with "black" dudes so they call u Mr. "Oreos"//
but when the pussy come out, i put on a good show at the least//
cause yall know, i "buck" like a "bull" and im hung like a "beast"//
and if theres any left then we gonna have a feast//
yall niggas are hungry so i know u gone eat//
blaze wont even respond to this, cause he just been beat//
cause "blaze" dont have no "gun", he dont pack no "heat"//
how u think u gonna be runnin the street??//
runnin round in a "sheet?", u nuffin but a "ghost"//
i'll "murda" all four of ya, call me "the homocide host"//
this is serial shit, like championships and the lakers//
im sick of all u fukin haters, fakers, biters and snitches//
i know its wrong to hit women, but im slappin these bitches//
i chase u round the hood and all ova the place//
when i find u, ima put a gat to ure face//
the projects like a maze, u took a wrong turn//
u shouldnt have been dissin me, this a hard way to learn//(BOOM!)

(flippn it)
The Haters - Part 5: for the rest of you that wanna test my aim//
this my third battle and im takin over this game//
i'm lyrically acclaimed, while the previous four bitches put together are still lyrically lame//
they all one in the same, they on my dick and wanna go faster//
when i "CUM" at u it be like an "earthquake", a "natural disaster"//
but heres one small piece of advice tho//
dont bite my shit, keep ure mind on ure dough//
just think wit ure own brain, cause thats wat it there for//
if i can write lines like this, then u can too for shure//
just make shure u come wit sumthin thats just a lil bit hotter//
u dont wanna wind up with these bitches dead in the gutter//