Unload/Explode

You know what, no one wants to talk about
 Hate
 I know all about hate
 It starts in your gut, de-deep down here
 Then it rises, hate rises
 Fast and volcanic
 You rise to wildfire
 You clench your teeth so hard you think they'll shatter
 I wish nothing but death upon my entire species
 The whiny teens my society breeds
 The geeks that lie in a pile of feces
 That eat grease n' die of diabetes
 Violent hippies buying tipis
 Signing treaties over why we need trees
 Jesus freaks trying to teach me to be like them so that I can be free
 Guys that believe lies on TV
 That despise change and the lives that we lead
 They treat me like I'm ET
 'Cause I don't want a home
 With a wife and three seeds
 Please, I'll leave your seed an orphan
 When you walk down the street, proceed with caution
 I'ma leave y'all squashed at the zebra crossing to live life in a chair like Steven Hawking
 (Bang) smack your mother's dome
 Crack your fucking bones
 (Bang) smash the stuff you own
 Trash your lovely home
 (Bang) smack your mother's dome
 Crack your fucking bones
 (Bang) smash the stuff you own
 Trash your lovely home
 Rich men wearing Rolexes
 I hope you end up getting your necks slit
 I find beggars so wretched
 I'll toss a bill off a bridge and then tell 'em, go fetch it
 I'll wreck shit, I'm very unfazed
 I'll break your kid's skull 'til his head is concaved
 We'll all end up buried one day
 But I won't waste liquor on anyone's grave
 When the month of December come 'round
 I'll be dressed as Santa in the center of town
 Tech under my gown, let off one round
 Ho-ho-ho, and a heavy gun sound
 "Merry Christmas", I wet the dumb crowd
 Everybody dropping when that weapon comes out
 I'ma keep popping, you better run pall
 'Cause I ain't stopping 'til everyone down
 (Bang) (unload) smack your mother's dome
 (Sickmode) crack your fucking bones
 (Bang) (unload) smash the stuff you own
 (Explode) trash your lovely home
 (Bang) (unload) smack your mother's dome
 (Sickmode) crack your fucking bones
 (Bang) (unload) smash the stuff you own
 (Bang)
 What's up with all the anger?
 I wish I had a healthy brain
 I never stare in the mirror
 I find someone else to blame
 My dame's rage been well restrained
 But lately, she dealt with pain
 I play strange and selfish games
 She hates the fact she can't help me change
 'Cause changing ain't negotiable
 Getting wasted makes me sociable
 After shows, I may pose or toast with you
 But deep down I feel hate for most of you
 At the after-parties, I keep looking to get
 Any good-looking hooker or sket
 Connect with a woman 'til her pussy gets wet
 When I get up next day, I'm full of regret
 Upset my liver four nights a week
 Every morning when I'm sore, I repeat to myself
 "Chill for a fortnight at least"
 But can't alter my flaws or fight the beast
 I am weak, I stagger home drunk
 Feeling real bad as I babble old junk
 I'm just a scumbag and this cannot go on
 'Cause I really don't know how this cannot go wrong
 I hate you
 Flames rise on my gut
 Fire fucking me up
 Finna fucking erupt
 I feel it building like bang (explode)
 Flames rise on my gut (sickmode)
 Fire fucking me up (unload)
 Finna fucking erupt (explode)
 I feel it building like bang (explode)
 Flames rise on my gut (sickmode)
 The fire fucking me up (unload)
 Finna fucking erupt (explode)
 I feel it building like bang!