ANTH turns breakup scars into a pop-rap roast on “I hate You,” feat. Corey Nyell on the hook.
Consider this a stand-up routine with 808s—ANTH has released “I hate You,” a pop-rap missile that detonates with grin-and-grimace energy, featuring Corey Nyell — on the Hook. The U.S. rapper leans into an Eminem-coded cadence—fast, charismatic, theatrically petty—while a pumping, candy-coiled instrumental keeps the floorboards bouncing. Indeed, the record feels engineered for cardio: spring-loaded snares, bass that thumps like a rubber mallet, and a hook sticky enough to Velcro itself to your cortex. ANTH writes from fresh scar tissue—“my ex cheated on me”—but refuses martyrdom, choosing instead to clown the catastrophe. The result is upbeat catharsis: a roast disguised as a love song, a diary entry rewritten as a diss, a safe space for laughing at the wreckage before sweeping it up.
What gives the single bite is its comedic escalation. The verses juggle cartoonish daredevilry and tabloid roll call, stacking ludicrous scenarios into a chant of “I hate you” that functions less as rage than ritual cleansing. Moreover, his breath control and internal rhymes keep the spite aerodynamic; jokes land without trampling the groove. The Eminem homage is explicit yet not slavish—ANTH borrows the mischievous snarl while swapping nihilism for glossy, playlist-ready buoyancy. However, the song’s true trick lies in audience chemistry: as you listen you feel revved, complicit, weirdly liberated, as if handed permission to dance with your worst text drafts and then delete them. In fact, by the mock-affection coda, the spectacle has completed its orbit—from betrayal to bravado to punchline—proving that sometimes the healthiest breakup anthem is equal parts therapy session and circus.
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