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?