[Intro: Footsie]
I don't know you but I know I hate you (that's right)
I don't know you but I know I hate you (that's right)
I don't know you but I know I hate you (that's right)
I don't know you but I know I hate you

[Hook: Footsie]
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
I don't know you but I still hate you

[Verse 1: Footsie]
This all started way back
He tried it and then got a payback
But let me take you from way back first
Before shit got worst
Before he needed a nurse
He'd cried, got burst, man saw it
As time went on, he wouldn't ignore it
So shit got worse
Just remember, he tried it first
I'd come on the block, couple man here
Everyone said safe, he gave me air
I screwed up my face and gave him a stare
"Ain't you that breh?", my [?]
You're lucky that you didn't get marked up
So you should park up
Before you get darked up again

[Hook: Footsie]
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
I don't know you but I still hate you

[Verse 2: Footsie]
Now I keep on seeing this prick on road
He's doing shit, being bold
He keeps on acting like he's cold
He thinks I'm a younger, he's just old
Cutting me up with my palm on road
I swear, this breh, he's gotta go
I'm on this ting, nah, he don't know me
There's nothing he can show me
Then he saw me on my lonelies
Qucikly went and got one of his ponies
And a crony, come back and tried to ride
Didn't know that I ain't scared to die
I just proved that quick
I ain't gonna run cause he's got a stick
Use it if you're gonna use it, prick
If not, I'm gonna do you, prick

[Break: Footsie]
100%, undiluted, pure hatred
That's what I've got for you, you cunt

[Hook: Footsie]
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
I don't know you but I still hate you

[Verse 3: Footsie]
That's time up
I caught him and I did him right up
In the paper, I got a write-up
They had to sew him real tight up
Cause I opened the pussyhole right up
At first he thought he was a fighter
And now he's two organs lighter
He tried to take man for a minor, never that
Them two organs, you ain't ever getting back
So just know your place
Blud, remember the face
And if your people want it, murder's the case
I've got thugs all over the place, believe
With tings all over their waists, believe
Man will run in your face, believe
And pump all in your face and then leave

[Hook: Footsie]
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
Hatred, ha-ha-hatred
I don't know you but I still hate you