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

& last but not least I add a little bit of spit, just a few little nasty

cliques



That''s my recipe for hate

I turn up the heat todegrees 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

to 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



That''s my recipe for hate

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 :)