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first of all |
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I make sure |
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I've got the right ingredients before |
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I heat up the pan |
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I take a little bit of bitterness to grease it up and keep everything close at hand then |
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I add a few ounces of fresh frustration and half a cup of attitude |
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A rush of adrenaline to spice things up and 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 |
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I pick the worst situation out of the bunch and throw it right into the mix and last but not least |
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I add a little bit of spit, just a few little nasty cliques |
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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 |
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I shake it all up in a provocative way to make sure it comes out rude |
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Then I grind down the frustration hard so that all of the scents can blend |
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I pour the sweat on top and then the tears to make sure that |
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I don't make friends when the mood is wrong, everything is right, |
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I can add the adrenaline but |
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I've got to be careful with the dose |
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I use, the effect shouldn't wear to thin the blood comes last cos' it always has a tendancy to cool and coagulate so |
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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 and a dish full of disagree some ignorance on the side, a plate full of hate, served with a fistful of me |