The Hata

L-A-M-E

"Lame!"

That four letter word I hear you say

As I pass you in the hallway

I want to turn around and scream bitch

Instead I keep my head up and continue to switch

Because I don't want to sink so low

There is one word that describes you though

HATA

You think you slick, but you really ain't shit

You try to run them childish games on me,

But I got your childish games silly bitch

If I bashed your head in until blood gashes out,

Ha! Who'd be laughing now, fat cow

I promise myself I wouldn't go that far

Like running your over in a brand new car

Since I have better things to do

Than to fuck around with you

Although you do need to get a clue

That there's only word that fits you

HATA