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
And keep everything close at hand
Then I add a few ounces of fresh [bad word] and half a cup of attitude [bad word] of adrenaline to spice things up
And then half a spoon of bad mood

One bottle of my sweat one bottle of tears,
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
And throw it right into the mix
And last but not least I add a little bit of spit,
Just a few little nasty cliques

That's my recipe for hate!
(That's my recipe for hate!)
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 [bad word] [bad word] Then I grind down the [bad word] hard so that all of the scents can blend
I pour the sweat on top and 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 [bad word] 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!
(That's my recipe for hate)
That's my recipe for hate
(That's my recipe for hate)
That's my recipe for hate

When the meal is done you get a spoiled appetite
And a dish full of disagree some ignorance on the side,
plate full of hate, served with a fistful of me

That's my recipe for hate!
(That's my recipe for hate)
That's my recipe for hate
(That's my recipe for hate)
That's my recipe for hate