Текст песни Александр Солодовников - Хейтерам

Hater goof ate fleas
sat on a bench and died
Hater goof ate fleas
sat on a bench and died

Rappers say they don't care about haters
However, the songs always mention them
So now I'm going to tell you something
What touched me, but supposedly does not hover

There was a time I took courses for poets
To find out how everyone will appreciate my verses
There I met a golden man
Alexey Stepanych his name is my teacher
A proud man, bearded like a forester
It was immediately clear that he had not achieved anything in his life
I rub him in that I am a verse, I can write
I release clips and decided to show him
Damn you, poetry forger
You are a mediocrity, the bearded Dodik told me
You disgrace the names of the greatest poets
These are not poems, these are words full of falsehood!
I say okay grandpa annoying
Your criticism makes me neither hot nor cool
And I would send you in three letters delicately
My clothes are worth more than your salary
Is that Gucci? No, that's prada
True true? True true
Mouth is my grenade launcher, words are grenades
Because I don't give a damn what some conservative tells me

Hater goof ate fleas
sat on a bench and died
Hater goof ate fleas
sat on a bench and died
Hater goof ate fleas
sat on a bench and died
Hater goof ate fleas
sat on a bench and died