I stand in front of your door with a subpoena
You are hereby accused of being a hater in disguise
So do as you normally would and bend over
While your journalist friend from gaffa is behind you and opens his pants
Yes it's my business if you are a sad creature
A bloated clown as long as you stay at home with your Bible, law of Jante
You can't hate, you can't hat
Players do what they want, fools do what they can
You can't hate, you can't hat
Players are playing the game fools can't stand
You can't hate, you can't hat
Players are playing the game fools can't stand
Johnson might be tired of that shit
But not as much as me
When it comes to that hater sh*t
You've read the back of the right books
So you can namedrop it, hide your ignorance
But what the fuck do you want
You fucking hipsters can't anything but howl
Shouldn't you go home and hate on soundvenue's blog
Instead of being in the Meat District
You can't hate, you can't hat
Players do what they want, fools do what they can
You can't hate,
Players are playing the game fools can't stand
What have you done to prove your worth
You live at Jærgersborggade, but you were born at Frederiksberg
Small ignorant people, you should have a speech therapist
Just like Mikeal Simpson
There is no reason to fight
'Cause if ther wasn't any haters, couldn't people like me exist
You can't hate, you can't hat
Players do what they want, fools do what they can
You can't hate,
Players are playing the game fools can't stand
Yes it's my business if you are a sad creature
A bloated clown as long as you stay at home with your Bible, law of Jante
You can't hate,
Players do what they want, fools do what they can
You can't hate,
Players are playing the game fools can't stand
You can't hate,