Текст песни: Clawfinger. Recipe For Hate.

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 frustration and half a cup of attitude A rush of adrenaline to spice things up and 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 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 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 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 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 and a dish full of disagree some ignorance on the side, a plate full of hate, served with a fistful of me