Recipe for Hate

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
 And 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
 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 a dog
 The result is as clear as mud
 I pick the worst situation out of the bunch
 And throw it right into the mix
 And last but not least, 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)
 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
 And then I grind down the frustration hard so that all of the scents can blend
 I pour the sweat on top and 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
 (That's my recipe for hate)
 That's my recipe for hate
 (That's my recipe for hate)
 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
 That's my recipe for hate
 (That's my recipe for hate)
 That's my recipe for hate
 (That's my recipe for hate)
 That's my recipe for hate