Artist:  Bass P
Album:  Tha Second Coming
Song:  "Haters"

Verse 1:
Haters, you fakers, you lyin' ass traders
Tackle your punk ass like I was on the Oakland Raiders
Unfortunately, you fuckin' wit' me and you'll see
The Bass P "break it down" like Bone and Mariah Carey
Get scary and psycho, listen to the mic flow
This muthafucker might go off like a light so
Be ready, get steady for mobbin' in the dark
Infra red vision, straight incision in the heart
I start and I don't stop, not even when you drop
As you fallin', I'm ballin' until I hear your ego pop
Reckin' shop on your ass cuz you opened your mouth
Now I hit ya with some hustla shit straight from da South
And no doubt that I will ride on any fool that tries to fade me
I'm shady like the dark spark my fire and you'll pay see
Like K-Ci, I'll have you singin' higher than a bird
Shoulda heard me screamin' I meant every last word
Don't fuck wit' tha P cuz I rise faster than Mercury
At the center of the earth, explodin' on ya for cursing me
With a nursery rhyme, I'll illustrate the scenario
Peter Piper picked a punk and beat the muthafuckin' asshole

Chorus:
Jealous trick, don't mess with my clique
Too many haters in this world tryin' to break me like a stick
But I don't snap, I just fight back, and fool, you overmatched
My words'll cut ya up like a DJ scratch

Verse 2:
Muthafuckers always on my tip
And if I had a clip, you'd be takin' a trip
To the morgue, good Lord, if you don't you mind your own biz
I just might have to flatten you like Coke with no fizz
You iz a lil' bitch made hater for life
Step in the Ballroom and (Mr.) Green'll hit ya with the lead pipe
Get a Clue, you're through, you're done
Why you act so stunned?  You know my lyric's like a gun
Run and I will find you, don't look back cuz I'm behind you
When I catch you I will blind you, and like Fargo I will grind you
Up in the woodchipper, everlastin' blood dripper
Muthafuckin' hoodripper, ego-stripper, ass whipper
I deliver my rhymes with force
And if you half-steppin' better check the source
That's par for the course when you get in my grill
I come real like Double 0-7 I'm licensed to kill
Still throwin' down like Kobe and on top of my game
Have you screamin' like groupies, "What's that muthafucker's name?"
Tha B-A-Double S P and if you ever test me
As I just illustrated, the shit'll get messy

Chorus

Verse 3:
Like a Twister, it be total chaos and destruction
When I'm bustin', haters hushin' and bitches I'm crushin'
And flushin' all dem fools that don't belong in the game
Your phony claims to be the best just sparked my flame
Hope you choke on my smoke, my spirit you woke
So I spoke my words clearly, you hear me, ain't no joke
Broke your ego down clown, got you feelin' distraught
And you ain't left with a damn thing, I sting like a shot
Got me hot like Shania, hotter than Mariah
On fire like a dryer rollin' over ya like a tire
Getting' higher than learning, my lyrics keep churnin'
And turnin' haters into ash like a Nashville burnin'
It's occurin' to me that you find this all strange
Humility's a virtue, I'll hurt you till you change
My range got no bounds like this huge universe
I curse ya with my verse, when it's over you're in a hearse
Always the first in line, pushin' others behind
Never kind cuz you're blind, and your ego, I'll bind
And strip, strip it away like at a Gentleman's Club
And rip, rip it up, give it back like a ticket stub

Chorus

Copyright 1999 Peter A. Roselli