Three generations hatin' the family next door,
I don't know how it started and I sure don't care no more!
'Cause I knooow... to keep ma enemies close.
We use ta go ta school together, and later sent our kids,
'til I learned the ugly truth: that their well smells of piss!
'Cause when we gooo... we aim for ours and miss.
Just a couple-o-days ago this ol' lady came up to me
and asked if we were two branches from the same family tree,
and I said nooo... now get out and let me be!
For some reason her words kept on a-echoing in ma head,
so I did some askin' 'round and –it just sounds senseless-
but their great great grandaddy and ours was one and the same!
All of a sudden I think I hate this hating game :(
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