Hate Zebrahead

Why's this motherfucker lookin' at me?
Is there something more that he wants to see?
I've got a gun and the muthafucka's loaded
One more punk and you're dead and bloated, because
All this shit, you disgust me
Can I hate you, cause you're not like me?
So, me and my boys beat him down
Three against one boy, whose the clown?

So I never had a fuckin' education
Sell a little drugs, to battle inflation
Sleep with a girl that I sometimes pay
Fuck it, better than bein' fuckin' gay anyways
See one walkin' and it makes me mad
This I learned from dear old dad
Hate all the things you don't understand
Hate all the things you don't understand
So I hate all the things I don't understand
Hate all the things I don't understand
Hate all the things I don't understand
Hate all the things I don't understand

Nurtured with a fist
Shove instead of a kiss
Glare instead of a wink
Listen to me, boy don't fuckin' think