I wake up eager and I'm ready to go, throw on my camo, load up the ammo and I'm out the front door
I got some haters that are ready for war, I call it huntin', it's my favorite sport
Bet I get a couple dozen or more of different sorts, love when I hit em subtle with force
But if they suffer than I have no remorse, pesty bustas had it comin' of course
They hate us shinin', find em hidin', light em up like the Fourth
And they far from extinct, they double in numbers in the blink of an eye
Multiplyin' like swine, so it's time for minimizin' they size
Strategize to catch em all by surprise, leavin' em paralyzed and petrified to meet their demise
So rise and shine and good greetin's, grab your 9 and let em know the reason
We're cleanin' up our region, it's Hater Huntin' Season, and time for gettin' even
For beefin' while you vegan, man you must be dreamin'
Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, (rise and shine)
Better grab your 9, (grab your 9)
It's Hater Huntin' Season, It's Hater Huntin' Season
And we're taggin' y'all, I bet I put your head on my wall
It's the season for leavin' em leaking'
For speakin' on my team, time to clean up the region
It'll be hard to get to sleepin' this evenin'
Believe it, I'll be dreamin' of fleein' and screamin'
Anticipation greater than any holiday
Wakin' up wit twenty tags, I'ma get em all today
Catch a hater frolickin' like a antelope
Till I take a bullet and put it right through his cantalope
Two hundred yards away, you safe, that's a joke
Wardog, reach in the bag homie, and grab a scope
Y'all don't have a hope, believe me that'll cease
I want your head to put it up on my mantelpiece
At the least you gon' be restin' in peace
At the most you burn in hell wit the rest of your peeps
So I suggest if you don't like us to chill
Because this season b**h, we got a license to k**
Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, (rise and shine)
Better grab your 9, (grab your 9)
It's Hater Huntin' Season, It's Hater Huntin' Season
And we're taggin' y'all, I bet I put your head on my wall
Now at any given time, I could come up from behind
Punch you in your neck for plottin' on mine
Stab you with the mic right through your chest
Steal your shine, watch you bleed to d**h
I'ma grind, get mine, put in overtime
I don't whine, I climb to this throne of mine
N-P-C-3, they some bros of mine
Lyrical heat with the coldest rhymes
Gotta be Mike D and them chosen guys
When it's Hater Huntin' Season, they all die
Gotta, gotta, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the reason
Chiggity chop a n***a nuts, Hater Huntin' Season
Ready and I'm revvin' up the engine of the demons
2Pac screamin', last n***a breathin'
Hatin a** heathens, bout to start bleedin'
Rez Rap Records and it's Hater Huntin' Season
Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, (rise and shine)
Better grab your 9, (grab your 9)
It's Hater Huntin' Season, It's Hater Huntin' Season
And we're taggin y'all, I bet I put your head on my wall