Hate (Interlude)

(albüm: Instructions - 2001)

[Woman]
You know what?
Whoever's listening to this phone conversation
Y'all tell Jermaine that he ain't about shit, okay? Okay?
I know y'all listening that he don't even listen to this shit
But you make sure that he listens to my messages
Because he's not shit anyways

[Star]
Ayo, this is the evil Star from Star & Bucwild
Original Haters, looking for JD
Or should I say, uh, Jurassic Dwarf
Ay, what's with you, man?
I hear you got some garbage coming out called "Instructions"
You can't be serious, man
Let me tell you something
I'm not tryna hear from you and your sidekick Lil Chow Chow no more
You understand me, man?
Let me explain something to you, man
I want you right back where you belong, son, you understand?
Up on the stage dancing, lotta tight Lee's and feathers and shit hanging from your ponytail, man
Hmm, "Money Ain't a Thang"
Hell, Jigga, he can catch it, too, man
Oh, and that MTV Cribs, shit
Let me tell you something, son
If I ever see you on TV again talking about Bentleys and bitches
I'ma put some dental floss around your fucking neck, man, and drag you through Decatur, Augusta, and Roswell
You understand me, playa playa?
Let me tell you something, man
Don't take this message personal right here, man
It's just, you know, I just got hate in my fucking blood, man