[Intro]
First of all I make sure I've got the right
ingredients before I heat up the pan
I take a little bit of bitterness to grease it up
& keep everything close at hand
Then I add a few ounces of fresh frustration
and half a cup of attitude
A rush of adrenaline to spice things up
& then half a spoon of bad mood
One bottle of my sweat one bottle of tears,
a few drops of my own blood
It all blends together like a cat and dog
and the result is as clear as mud
I pick the worst situation out of the bunch
& throw it right into the mix
At last I add a little bit of spit,
just a few little nasty cliques
That's my recipe for hate
That's my recipe for hate
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I turn up the heat to 400 degrees
and go to work on the attitude
I shake it all up in a provocative way
to make sure it comes out rude
Then I grind down the frustration hard
so that all of the scents can blend
I pour the sweat on top & then the tears
to make sure that I don't make friends
When the mood is wrong - everything is right,
I can add the adrenaline
But I've got to be careful with the dose I use,
the effect shouldn't wear too thin
The blood comes last cos' it always has
a tendancy to cool and coagulate
So I calculate and make no mistakes,
it's so fresh that it still pulsates
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That's my recipe for hate
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When the meal is done you get
a spoiled appetite & a dish full of disagree
Some ignorance on the side, a plate
full of hate, served with a fistful of me
full of hate, served with a fistful of me
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