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Ben Hated

. Flossy get the hell off me Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine Steppin

't help myself i'm doin the dog pound call 'Woof woof woof woof' Don't like a sister, who farts while playin twister, i wish those beans did miss her Even uncle ben

have been such scary things Of suicide and frozen ice Over my pale body Suffocating December December, December God I hate December Oh, God I hate, God I hate December December, December God I hate

Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa) You gave me nothin', now I'm takin' yours (I'll take it) Santa Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa

I hate your guts on Sunday no other day of the week I hate your guts on Sunday but Monday morning you look so sweetI hate your guts on Sunday and I'm

that nobody's guilty No one's to blame so I end up on my own God I hate to eat alone I hate to eat alone I hate to eat alone I hate to eat alone

Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds I wish the ceiling was the ground I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of

I am hated for loving, I am hated for loving Anonymous call, a poison pen A brick in the small of the back again I still don't belong to anyone, I am

hate rap, I hate rap And it don't go good with beer on tap I hate the beat, I hate the rhythm But I love that melody they put with 'em I hate rap, I hate