Year Of The Rabbit - Hate Song

Two and twenty for the hole in you. A meat cleaver comb to run
you through.
Lethal gas will make you cough. A car crash scene to finish it
off. Pain! True
definition-Truth is pain-Truly addicted. So don't you worry
about your earthly
rest, I'll dig the fucking hole myself. Pain! Truly
addicted-Life is pain-I am
addicted-to this pain...Hate song!...(I live to bury
you)...Stabbing and
shooting and ripping the life out of you. I get off and I wish
that you could
too! Open chest tickle will quiver your bones. Just lay back and
chill. 'cos I
run this show. Pain! Truly addicted-Life is pain-Life is
infected-by this
pain......Hate song!...(I live to bury you)...There's no need to
explain, you
know who you are. I deliver the pain, I'm the baddest by
far...Die
onehundredthousand times, One million ways to...Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate song! Lifelong! Hate song!