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
So don't you worry about your earthly rest,
I'll dig the fucking hole myself
Hate song!
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
Hate song!
Die onehundredthousand times,
One million ways to...
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
Hate song!
Lifelong!
Hate song!