Your hate is going to burn you up unless mine gets the job done first

Your attempt at status is a feeble one, you are nothing more than an itch that I can't quite scratch

Media is your tool of publicity, you prey on youth's lack of humanity

You can drop the tough guy facade anytime now, you wear it like fashion

Hate comes easy. It comes easy for you

But when pushed too far, hate comes easy for me too

(there's no telling what I'll do)

There is a chilling wave that sweeps over me

When I feel the hate that you create

I see red when I hear your claims of superior and inferior races

Your strength (if you can call it that)

Lies in your numbers

But we all know that every one of you is just a coward...

HATE