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HATE THIS PLACE

Hip-Hop/Rap

HATE THIS PLACE was released on July 11, 2025 by Shattwell Records as a part of the album SECTION 88

Song Details

AlbumSECTION 88

Release DateJuly 11, 2025

LabelShattwell Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hunter Hagen

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

K.C.

Producer

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Mixing Engineer

H1TMAN

Producer

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Co-Producer

Reasy Beats

Producer

Lyrics

Yo, yo, oh shit, fuck

When I was young, I was Flippin' beef at Del Taco

Spittin' in yo nachos, pissed off and hollow

Clock broke, still punchin' in like a macho

California dreamin, I was screamin' in my Tahoe

I rap like a vet that's been a witness to bombs

I was pissin' off vets before I laced up the bronze

Now I'm breathin' down your neck like regrets and suppress

I'm a threat, every line wrapped tight around your set

I'm trained and I'm violent, the silence is smilin

I'm the first in your throat when the sirens are dialin

I was raised in the dark with the roaches and wires

Where the floorboards creak and the ghost got priors

Used to punch walls, now I punch in choirs

With a mic in my palm and a pit full of liars

I ain't here for your vibes or your Hollywood trends

I was born in the fire and I don't follow I bend

Hands up if you hate this place

Middle fingers up while I change my face

Mask on tight like I'm here to erase

And every last fake with a smile on they face

Hands up if you hate this place

Middle fingers up while I lace my rage

Mask on tight and I'll help you escape

If you're lookin' back now, you'll be countin' the chase

I'm back for the dead like a scene they scrapped

I'm the line they cut, cause the screams don't match

I'm the glitch and the real, the joke that's too far

The blooper they hid when the ratings dropped stars

I was broke, now I'm broke with a motive in flames

Still don't smile in pics and I expose the game

Tried to cancel me once, but I just post it again

Wrote a diss on your mom, then I sold her the pen

This ain't no TikTok trend and this is full-blown sin

I'm the reason that your priest had to drink again

I don't rap, I attack, and each bars a vendetta

Yeah, you got fans, I got beef and Berettas

Got a mind like a maze and with a sword like a blade

And if hell had a guest list, I'm the one engraved

I ain't a rapper, I'm the curse in your head

You can try to write me, but you'll end up dead

Hands up if you hate this place

Middle fingers up while I change my face

Mask on tight like I'm here to erase

And every last fake with a smile on they face

Hands up if you hate this place

Middle fingers up while I lace my rage

Mask on tight and I'll help you escape

If you're lookin' back now, you'll be countin' the chase

I don't flex on the gram, I flex in your dreams

Where your jaw won't move and I'm rippin' the seems

I'm the voice in your head when your meds don't work

Burn it all down with a smirk and a girk

I'm the pain in your gut when the truth hits clean

Like your girl on her knees for a YouTube stream

The line that you skip, cause it hits too raw

But you quote it in secret like a dirty law

And I don't want love, I want screams in my name

I want silence to crack when they mention my flame

Put a soul in my verse, let the echo drag on

If this mic wasn't played, half the scene would be gone

I was built from the scars that you laughed at first

Now I'm packed with a grin and a habit to curse

I don't pray for my sins, I sharpen the verse

Baptize the beat while I'm draggin' a hearse

Hands up if you hate this place

Middle fingers up while I change my face

Mask on tight like I'm here to erase

And every last fake with a smile on they face

Hands up if you hate this place

Middle fingers up while I lace my rage

Mask on tight and I'll help you escape

If you're lookin' back now, you'll be countin' the chase

I hate this place And I hate everyone who fuckin' looks at me

Because I walk around with a fuckin' cane

And I got the courage to say what you been fuckin' thinkin

Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to

Thank me for my service HA

If anyone else feels like me

Put your middle fingers up and say it with me

I hate this place

Written by: Kenneth Shattwell

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