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 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 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 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