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