This is hate music, punch you in the face music Raise the murder rate music This is put ‘em in the grave music And we make music for the insane to relate to it Hate music, punch you in the face music Raise the murder rate music Put ‘em in the grave music And we make music for the insane, the insane
[Verse 1: Psiklone]
I train my pet hates in a steel mesh cage Fuck a word I’ll get a bayonet blade in edgeways Break records before they’re set straight Watch God and Lucifer’s chess game and spot the move for the checkmate I'll blow my fuse and knock your lights out And push you head first off of the top of your moral high ground You know the deal The first man to cross the arctic dragging a hundred huskies and a snowmobile Rancor, psychotic rapper Swallow bottled anger and transform like Dr. Banner Had a soul now there’s nothing left Death penalty kick an undercover fed to a sudden death Scared off my mirror image I’m off the hook, while you got no conviction like you've been acquitted Woke from the grave when I died in my sleep Afraid of the dark? Wait 'till we finally meet
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[Verse 2: Possessed]
Here’s my declaration of war, pray to The Lord Name of my inner child, Damien Thorn Live by the way of the sword My name don’t ring bells (nah) it sounds Gabriel’s Horn Chip off the old block of flats Lungs transform oxygen to a toxic gas (Exhales) Release a breath Need to be given lethal injections every hour to KEEP me dead Turn green when seeing red, beat my chest Rub shoulders with me, freeze to death I’m armed and dangerous I carved the Star of David into the foreheads of master masons Incarcerated in a mic booth It ain’t a simile when I say I don’t like you My IQ's double your sperm count Impatient, slit my throat just to get this verse out
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[Verse 3: Skirmish]
We the greatest yeah you heard right, [Right] word life Love is blind and I couldn’t see it then at first sight ‘Till I was on the receiving end of her spite And my bitch of a better half bought out my worst side So fuck love, we do this “For the Hate” Call my name, the force’ll cause your jaw to break Cross my heart hope you die Don’t mean to tickle ribs when I say all joke aside I’m done with the past delete history This the clique I rep ‘till the bitter for the sweet victory Possess the soul of whom my switchblade stabs I’m fighting the person within in a ribcage match [Look] I got hate in my eyes I’m equipped with a powerful an armed and dangerous mind So I’ma aim for the skies And when I shoot for the stars, over my dead body you’ll be staying alive
[Repeat Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
