Haters Lyrics & Chords By M.i.a.

Yea some of you want to hear about my politics
Yea I can show you things that can make you sick
There's a satellite above me that's taking pics
And an army from the west have started sending migs
And I sat in America doing tricks
So the army's looking on me like I'm a bitch
And I'm thinking about the babies lying in the ditch
Thinking if they had a kite phone you'd see this shit
And what you see on Myspace just delete it there
And the stories always fucked by the time it hits
Why the hell would journalists be thick as shit?
I am a singer, never said anything else
I did not lie to you, thinking 'bout somebody else
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
(I am a...)
Yea ego and hate is your burning brick
You live in your mansions, stealing from the sick
Did my tsunami money go to your chicks?
For her Bentley, is she riding your dirty dick?
Your son can go to Harvard to learn the tricks
Like economics eats the poor like a Twix
In your third world?, would sniff you out like vicks
You write your own reviews to get away with it
You can talk shit to me, I'm used to it
You make me hard with the wounds that I have to lick
You can pick on me and I can say it at a click
You're a racist, I wouldn't trust you one bit
I am a singer, never said anything else
I did not lie to you, thinking 'bout somebody else
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.
Hate time, hate time for it.