Doubters say thy text and thy life don’t translate
Because my humble hood it’s the noble they cite
It is as thou has always said, haters gonna hate

Four hundred years passes and still they debate
How a kid from Avon could spit with such might
Doubters say thy text and thy life don’t translate

They’ll crown a duke’s son ‘fore saying I’m great
Despite all his plays spelled out nothing but trite
It is as thou has always said, haters gonna hate

Shall I compare thee to thy lifetimes’s negate
Or will thou shut the book and admit it is right
Doubters say thy text and thy life don’t translate

Francis Bacon was cool but his surname I ate
To thyself dude’s a snack if I’m being forthwrite
It is as thou has always said, haters gonna hate

I will never know why they’d prefer second rate
My name’s fucking gold I’ve no reason to fight
Doubters say thy text and thy life don’t translate
It is as thou has always said, haters gonna hate