Unload/Explode
You know what, no one wants to talk about
Hate
I know all about hate
It starts in your gut, de-deep down here
Then it rises, hate rises
Fast and volcanic
You rise to wildfire
You clench your teeth so hard you think they'll shatter
I wish nothing but death upon my entire species
The whiny teens my society breeds
The geeks that lie in a pile of feces
That eat grease n' die of diabetes
Violent hippies buying tipis
Signing treaties over why we need trees
Jesus freaks trying to teach me to be like them so that I can be free
Guys that believe lies on TV
That despise change and the lives that we lead
They treat me like I'm ET
'Cause I don't want a home
With a wife and three seeds
Please, I'll leave your seed an orphan
When you walk down the street, proceed with caution
I'ma leave y'all squashed at the zebra crossing to live life in a chair like Steven Hawking
(Bang) smack your mother's dome
Crack your fucking bones
(Bang) smash the stuff you own
Trash your lovely home
(Bang) smack your mother's dome
Crack your fucking bones
(Bang) smash the stuff you own
Trash your lovely home
Rich men wearing Rolexes
I hope you end up getting your necks slit
I find beggars so wretched
I'll toss a bill off a bridge and then tell 'em, go fetch it
I'll wreck shit, I'm very unfazed
I'll break your kid's skull 'til his head is concaved
We'll all end up buried one day
But I won't waste liquor on anyone's grave
When the month of December come 'round
I'll be dressed as Santa in the center of town
Tech under my gown, let off one round
Ho-ho-ho, and a heavy gun sound
"Merry Christmas", I wet the dumb crowd
Everybody dropping when that weapon comes out
I'ma keep popping, you better run pall
'Cause I ain't stopping 'til everyone down
(Bang) (unload) smack your mother's dome
(Sickmode) crack your fucking bones
(Bang) (unload) smash the stuff you own
(Explode) trash your lovely home
(Bang) (unload) smack your mother's dome
(Sickmode) crack your fucking bones
(Bang) (unload) smash the stuff you own
(Bang)
What's up with all the anger?
I wish I had a healthy brain
I never stare in the mirror
I find someone else to blame
My dame's rage been well restrained
But lately, she dealt with pain
I play strange and selfish games
She hates the fact she can't help me change
'Cause changing ain't negotiable
Getting wasted makes me sociable
After shows, I may pose or toast with you
But deep down I feel hate for most of you
At the after-parties, I keep looking to get
Any good-looking hooker or sket
Connect with a woman 'til her pussy gets wet
When I get up next day, I'm full of regret
Upset my liver four nights a week
Every morning when I'm sore, I repeat to myself
"Chill for a fortnight at least"
But can't alter my flaws or fight the beast
I am weak, I stagger home drunk
Feeling real bad as I babble old junk
I'm just a scumbag and this cannot go on
'Cause I really don't know how this cannot go wrong
I hate you
Flames rise on my gut
Fire fucking me up
Finna fucking erupt
I feel it building like bang (explode)
Flames rise on my gut (sickmode)
Fire fucking me up (unload)
Finna fucking erupt (explode)
I feel it building like bang (explode)
Flames rise on my gut (sickmode)
The fire fucking me up (unload)
Finna fucking erupt (explode)
I feel it building like bang!
Hate
I know all about hate
It starts in your gut, de-deep down here
Then it rises, hate rises
Fast and volcanic
You rise to wildfire
You clench your teeth so hard you think they'll shatter
I wish nothing but death upon my entire species
The whiny teens my society breeds
The geeks that lie in a pile of feces
That eat grease n' die of diabetes
Violent hippies buying tipis
Signing treaties over why we need trees
Jesus freaks trying to teach me to be like them so that I can be free
Guys that believe lies on TV
That despise change and the lives that we lead
They treat me like I'm ET
'Cause I don't want a home
With a wife and three seeds
Please, I'll leave your seed an orphan
When you walk down the street, proceed with caution
I'ma leave y'all squashed at the zebra crossing to live life in a chair like Steven Hawking
(Bang) smack your mother's dome
Crack your fucking bones
(Bang) smash the stuff you own
Trash your lovely home
(Bang) smack your mother's dome
Crack your fucking bones
(Bang) smash the stuff you own
Trash your lovely home
Rich men wearing Rolexes
I hope you end up getting your necks slit
I find beggars so wretched
I'll toss a bill off a bridge and then tell 'em, go fetch it
I'll wreck shit, I'm very unfazed
I'll break your kid's skull 'til his head is concaved
We'll all end up buried one day
But I won't waste liquor on anyone's grave
When the month of December come 'round
I'll be dressed as Santa in the center of town
Tech under my gown, let off one round
Ho-ho-ho, and a heavy gun sound
"Merry Christmas", I wet the dumb crowd
Everybody dropping when that weapon comes out
I'ma keep popping, you better run pall
'Cause I ain't stopping 'til everyone down
(Bang) (unload) smack your mother's dome
(Sickmode) crack your fucking bones
(Bang) (unload) smash the stuff you own
(Explode) trash your lovely home
(Bang) (unload) smack your mother's dome
(Sickmode) crack your fucking bones
(Bang) (unload) smash the stuff you own
(Bang)
What's up with all the anger?
I wish I had a healthy brain
I never stare in the mirror
I find someone else to blame
My dame's rage been well restrained
But lately, she dealt with pain
I play strange and selfish games
She hates the fact she can't help me change
'Cause changing ain't negotiable
Getting wasted makes me sociable
After shows, I may pose or toast with you
But deep down I feel hate for most of you
At the after-parties, I keep looking to get
Any good-looking hooker or sket
Connect with a woman 'til her pussy gets wet
When I get up next day, I'm full of regret
Upset my liver four nights a week
Every morning when I'm sore, I repeat to myself
"Chill for a fortnight at least"
But can't alter my flaws or fight the beast
I am weak, I stagger home drunk
Feeling real bad as I babble old junk
I'm just a scumbag and this cannot go on
'Cause I really don't know how this cannot go wrong
I hate you
Flames rise on my gut
Fire fucking me up
Finna fucking erupt
I feel it building like bang (explode)
Flames rise on my gut (sickmode)
Fire fucking me up (unload)
Finna fucking erupt (explode)
I feel it building like bang (explode)
Flames rise on my gut (sickmode)
The fire fucking me up (unload)
Finna fucking erupt (explode)
I feel it building like bang!
Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Scarland, Alban Bernad
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