Clawfinger

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 dog
and 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