Clawfinger - Recipe For Hate Lyrics
first of all I make sure I've got the right ingredientsbefore I heat up the panI take a little bit of bitterness to grease it upand keep everything close at handthen I add a few ounces of fresh frustration and half a cup of attitudeA rush of adrenaline to spice things upand then half a spoon of bad moodone bottle of my sweat one bottle of tears,a few drops of my own bloodit all blends together like a cat and dogand the result is as clear as mudI pick the worst situation out of the bunchand throw it right into the mixand last but not least I add a little bit of spit,just a few little nasty cliquesThat's my recipe for hateI turn up the heat to 400 degrees and go to work on the attitudeI shake it all up in a provocative way to make sure it comes out rudeThen I grind down the frustration hard so that all of the scents can blendI pour the sweat on top and then the tearsto make sure that I don't make friendswhen the mood is wrong, everything is right, I can add the adrenalinebut I've got to be careful with the dose I use,the effect shouldn't wear to thinthe blood comes last cos' it always has a tendancy to cool and coagulateso I calculate and make no mistakes,it's so fresh that it still pulsatesThat's my recipe for hate......When the meal is done you get a spoiled appetiteand a dish full of disagree some ignorance on the side,a plate full of hate, served with a fistful of me
