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 & 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 & 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 dog and the result is as clear as mud
  I pick the worst situation out of the bunch & throw it right into the mix
  & last but not least I add a little bit of spit, just a few little nasty cliques
  
  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
  Then I grind down the frustration hard so that all of the scents can blend
  I pour the sweat on top & 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......
  
  When the meal is done you get a spoiled appetite & a dish full of disagree
  some ignorance on the side, a plate full of hate, served with a fistful of me