Crusader (I Love My Insta Haters) Lyrics

Houston, do you copy?

We have a 144 on dispatch, we're ready to go

Just need the all clear, over

Captain to ground control

Hold off on dispatch

We appear to have a man who has voluntarily strapped himself to the front of one of our rockets

Repeatedly asking to send him to space already, so he can smoke with the aliens

I think lift-off's gonna take a while

And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics

Young crusader appearing again in your local paper

Don't take favours

Action then out, I'll see you later

Don't like traitors

But I love every one of my Insta haters

Rhyme curator

Staying damn clear of you goddamn fakers

Young crusader appearing again in your local paper

Don't take favours

Action then out, I'll see you later

Don't like traitors

But I love every one of my Insta haters

Rhyme curator

Staying damn clear of you goddamn fakers

Hey man, hold up

What are you tryna hide?

Every time that I've been phoning ya you've been coming up with excessive lies

Looking kinda stupid, I can't lie

So please just fix it

the compulsivity isn't what you want, when you're talking loads of pig shit

I know man

You ain't gonna fix that shit in one day, 'cause its "too tough"

Saying you can whip, saying you can fight

Know that shit is a big bluff

I'm warming up like a big glove, holding onto a big mug

Ready to drop it on all of you fuckers messing around with fake love

Fake thugs

Go piss your life away

I wanna take you all and stick you in a microwave

A hundred miles away

Paving better ways

Walking through the sunshine, soaking in the rays

Young crusader appearing again in your local paper

Don't take favours

Action then out, I'll see you later

Don't like traitors

But I love every one of my Insta haters

Rhyme curator

Staying damn clear of you goddamn fakers

Young crusader appearing again in your local paper

Don't take favours

Action then out, I'll see you later

Don't like traitors

But I love every one of my Insta haters

Rhyme curator

Staying damn clear of you goddamn fakers

I hate the way you think you're all dead famous

You're more repulsive than brains-on-toast

Earth's the thing that I hate the most

Smash your screens, you're so engrossed

Aspirations filled with hatred

Negative beliefs and passive roasts

Leave me out your shitfest bro

Or I'm coming out swinging like unprovoked

Army of people

All damn evil

Think you're dope, but you're all just fake

Building careers off being snakes

Snitching on bruddas, like you're the jakes

Putrid

Nasty

Slimey

Crafty

Where did your fucking morals go?

Pretend you're all businessman, and how you still got mates?

Young crusader appearing again in your local paper

Don't take favours

Action then out, I'll see you later

Don't like traitors

But I love every one of my Insta haters

Rhyme curator

Staying damn clear of you goddamn fakers

Young crusader appearing again in your local paper

Don't take favours

Action then out, I'll see you later

Don't like traitors

But I love every one of my Insta haters

Rhyme curator

Staying damn clear of you goddamn fakers