Překlad: Strašidelný. Nenávist Song.
I deliver the pain, I'm the baddest by far... Die onehundredthousand times, One million ways to...Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate song! Lifelong! Hate song
one I used to hate The one I used to drive away My dream stay awhile I can't concentrate I pray you never relate I see your wicked smile Haunt me all
No you think I'm ugly Baby Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me I hate you, I hate you I swear to God I hate you Oh my God I love you, how the fuck
, or seen it, or done it Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted Believe us, you
song Well I am here to change your goal I regret everything I've done Santogold: You wonder oh, how do I inspire Got the world spinnin' 'round inside my palm Don't hate
inside Until Sunday I?ll be waiting for an answer I guess that yesterday?s not good enough for you You know that I hate this song You know that I hate this song
to this song. A nigga robbed me 15 yrs ago(where) Back in canridge swats sides on 4, never forget that day, thought it was all g's, but niggas hating man dey hating
in this song I am here to change your goal I regret everything I've done You wonder oh how do I inspire Got the world spinning 'round inside my palm Don't hate
So say goodbye You had your chances, all your romances And now I just don't want you I know I love you because I hate you And now I'd rather haunt you
living, they don't pay very well, but i can wear what i want and listen to music. the world is topsy turvy. god hates red meat, god hates weird people
's tearing itself apart Screaming from the inside Release this pain from my fucking heart Destroy the empty shell Smash away the haunting fear I hate
Laughter Breaks Upon Their Lips The Tortured From The Hereafter Appear In His Midst They Dance Whirling Around Him A Sirens Song His Fate They Begin Singing Softly "Death Comes To Those Who Hate
of your tranquil kiss your tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips the anger of clashing thunder sings a song of hate sings a song of hate so strong
, singing songs in my head He'll always be there, singing songs in my head You said yourself He was nothing but a man Yet while he lives He will haunt
what I'm made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast a spell of instrumentalist on all of you MC's who hate us So, you can try on, leave you without
down at me, It's kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery. I hear some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs, Where did I go wrong, sad songs
pass No country is impervious, from a terrorist attack Still grieving I had to witness that Pseudo-patriotism is back Looking beyond the gloom, or the hate
