Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the Hate, artist - Rhyme Asylum. Album song Solitary Confinement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
For the Hate |
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 |
This is 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 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 |
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 |
This is 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 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 |
We the greatest yeah you heard 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 jokes aside |
I’m done with the past delete history |
This the clique I rep ‘till the bitter end for the sweet victory |
Possess the soul of whom my switchblade stabs |
I’m fighting the person within in a ribcage match |
I got hate in my eyes |
I’m equipped with a powerful weapon and 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 |
This is 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 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 |
There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us |
This is hate music |
There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us |
(Who hated insane) |
There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us |
This is hate music |
There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us |
(Who hated insane) |