For the Hate - Rhyme Asylum

I train my pet hates in a steel mesh cage

Fuck a word I’ll get a bayonet blade in edgeways

Break records before they’re set straight

Watch God and Lucifer’s chess game and spot the move for the checkmate

I’ll blow my fuse and knock your lights out

And push you head first off of the top of your moral high ground

You know the deal

The first man to cross the arctic dragging a hundred huskies and a snowmobile

Rancor, psychotic rapper

Swallow bottled anger and transform like Dr. Banner

Had a soul now there’s nothing left

Death penalty kick an undercover fed to a sudden death

Scared off my mirror image

I’m off the hook, while you got no conviction like you’ve been acquitted

Woke from the grave when I died in my sleep

Afraid of the dark?

Wait 'till we finally meet

This is hate music, punch you in the face music

Raise the murder rate music

Put ‘em in the grave music

And we make music for the insane to relate to it

Hate music, punch you in the face music

Raise the murder rate music

Put ‘em in the grave music

And we make music for the insane, the insane

Here’s my declaration of war, pray to The Lord

Name of my inner child, Damien Thorn

Live by the way of the sword

My name don’t ring bells (nah) it sounds Gabriel’s Horn

Chip off the old block of flats

Lungs transform oxygen to a toxic gas (Exhales)

Release a breath

Need to be given lethal injections every hour to keep me dead

Turn green when seeing red, beat my chest

Rub shoulders with me, freeze to death

I’m armed and dangerous

I carved the Star of David into the foreheads of master masons

Incarcerated in a mic booth

It ain’t a simile when I say I don’t like you

My IQ’s double your sperm count

Impatient, slit my throat just to get this verse out

This is hate music, punch you in the face music

Raise the murder rate music

Put ‘em in the grave music

And we make music for the insane to relate to it

Hate music, punch you in the face music

Raise the murder rate music

Put ‘em in the grave music

And we make music for the insane, the insane

We the greatest yeah you heard right, word life

Love is blind and I couldn’t see it then at first sight

‘Till I was on the receiving end of her spite

And my bitch of a better half bought out my worst side

So fuck love, we do this «For the Hate»

Call my name, the force’ll cause your jaw to break

Cross my heart hope you die

Don’t mean to tickle ribs when I say all jokes aside

I’m done with the past delete history

This the clique I rep ‘till the bitter end for the sweet victory

Possess the soul of whom my switchblade stabs

I’m fighting the person within in a ribcage match

I got hate in my eyes

I’m equipped with a powerful weapon and armed and dangerous mind

So I’ma aim for the skies

And when I shoot for the stars, over my dead body you’ll be staying alive

This is hate music, punch you in the face music

Raise the murder rate music

Put ‘em in the grave music

And we make music for the insane to relate to it

Hate music, punch you in the face music

Raise the murder rate music

Put ‘em in the grave music

And we make music for the insane, the insane

There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us

This is hate music

There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us

(Who hated insane)

There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us

This is hate music

There’s something wrong with us, something very very wrong with us

(Who hated insane)