I've got to hate something or someone
Maybe the next b**h I f**
Won't try her game after game
I keep moving west and s** gets boring
Who planted this inside of me?
I watch a Farrakhan f** the minds of the broken
But after the chase no love songs are found
I still watch Kennedy f**ing Monroe
Who planted this inside me?
I see Jacqueline lick the dying wounds of the deadbeat generation
I hate the hippie f**s who've managed to spread more disease and start more wars
Now that they've come of age
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
Who planted this inside of me?
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
You are the fish on the sand of my blood
With you alone I can let my rage go
Let my rage go...
Who planted this inside of me?