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 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
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
Writer(s): Jocke Skog, Zak Nikolas Tell, Erlend Ottem, Bard Sverre Torstensen
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