That’s right, I’m back! Some recent news about Perez Hilton, that fat gay jlob who talks shite about celebrities made me want to come back and hate some more. Look at him in this pic–how can someone not hate this fool? But the funniest thing on earth was hearing him complain over and over again about how when he got punched by will.i.am or will.i.am’s friend, Perez called 911 and the cops told him they had better things to take care of than deal with his stupid bullshit. I’m sorry but that fag had it coming. And whoever says violence isn’t the answer should reconsider, because I guarantee that seeing him in the street, I wouldn’t need an excuse to jump him, the way he looks and acts is an excuse in itself. I hate labelling him in the “Celebrities” category because he’s no celebrity in my eyes, but then again I don’t want to add a “fat jlob” category.
Anywho, just look at that picture and tell me you don’t wanna take a two by four to his head?
I’m not going to hate in this comment, I’m just going to say that I want to fight Kanye West. It’s not that I hate his music or his cocky-attitude, it’s just I think someone really needs to lay his ass down. And I’m the man for the job. I don’t care if we fight in a boxing ring, a UFC octagon, or a WWF cage, I just want to knock him out of his fucking shudder shades and let him see clearer. I don’t find his music annoying or anything, in fact I bootlegged his Graduation CD. It’s just something about him that I just don’t like. I guess it’s the fact that he’s a fucking loser who made it big. Since when do rappers wear woolen cardigans, green pants, and sunglasses out of which you can’t see shit. Don’t say, “Oh, but Soulja Boy wears sunglasses outta which he can’t see,” because Soulja Boy is another victim on my Shite I Hate list that I won’t go into detail about today. And, as a sidenote, don’t call Soulja Boy a rapper, he’s hip-pop cunt. 
We’ve all been to Starbucks, we’ve all seen them. You know who I’m talking about. Those women. Those Starbucks women that sit around at four in the afternoon, enjoying their $7 coffee, wearing $200 sunglasses on their foreheads, with their Louis Vuitton bags hanging off their chairs and the keys to their Lexus SUVs on the table in front of them, talking about their good-for-nothing husbands. Don’t lie to me, you know exactly what I’m talking about. I was at Starbucks the other day trying to study and each and every time I go there, there is these types of women all around. These aren’t no desperate housewives, they’re just stuck-up bleach-blonde bitches that haven’t felt the touch of a man in a long time and because their houses are spotless thanks to their Latino housekeepers, they’ve got nothing better to do than just sit around Starbucks and talk shit about their uninteresting lives. Wow, how much I hate these type of women. They’ve never worked a day in their lives, they married some CEO, and hoping their lives would be all cream and sugar, they’re jealous of their hardworking counterparts who took the hardway out and made it in life with their own sweat and tears. 
As you may know, fat MC Rick Ross and rapper-who-doesn’t-die 50 Cent have got beef between them. After some stupid lyrics Rick Ross throw at 50 Cent in his track entitled ‘Mafia Music’, 50 went into great lengths to embarass the over-tattooed former Correctional Officer Rick Ross by making a diss track towards him, making some 
I have been called upon by The Commission to infiltrate the media and bring forth the truth about what this world is about. There are things that need to be changed and we shall start with the Shite I Hate.
Hate Master on 
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