Clawfinger — 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 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 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 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... 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