first of all I make sure I've got the right ingredients
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before I heat up the pan
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I take a little bit of bitterness to grease it up
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and keep everything close at hand
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then 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
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and then half a spoon of bad mood
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one bottle of my sweat one bottle of tears,
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a few drops of my own blood
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it all blends together like a cat and dog
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and the result is as clear as mud
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I pick the worst situation out of the bunch
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and throw it right into the mix
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and last but not least I add a little bit of spit,
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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
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to make sure that I don't make friends
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when the mood is wrong, everything is right, I can add the adrenaline
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but I've got to be careful with the dose I use,
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the effect shouldn't wear to thin
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the blood comes last cos' it always has a tendancy to cool and coagulate
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so I calculate and make no mistakes,
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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
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and a dish full of disagree some ignorance on the side,
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a plate full of hate, served with a fistful of me
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Recipe For Hate
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Clawfinger |