. 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
, I hate 'em I hate boys but boys love me I think they suck and my friends agree I hate boys but boys love me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I hate boys If you hate
'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
You stole my life Just to find what you're looking for But no matter how I try I can't hate you anymore I can't hate you anymore You're not the person
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
your booty to stick out? Just be glad, you're, not, in jail (sha'mon) [Chorus: Royce - singing] You are gay to me, and that's okay to me But I still, 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
struck in love Bridge Wait a minute... This chick's got me addicted I hate her so even though I wish she was my girl Chorus: I hate every bone in your
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
she says lonely rents videos hand it over love your radio maybe it's fine for you to drown disquiet but i'm not the only one who sits outside the sun
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
Tous les jours de la semaine Sont vides et sonnent le creux Bien pire que la semaine Y a le dimanche pretentieux Qui veut paraitre rose Et jouer les genereux
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
seem so cruel And oh, I don't know what to say And I don't know anyway, anymore I hate myself for losing you I'm seeing it all so clear I hate myself
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
I'm telling you, it isn't fair! I hate Christmas! People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill That slushy nonsense makes me ill I hate
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
you are quite unhealthy Why do I feel like a big shitheel today? I hate to lose to a man like you After she said that you were no good to me I hate
