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!