Album: Yellow (1998)
Why´s this motherf*cker lookin´ at me
Is there smth more that he wants to see
I have got a gun & the muthaf*cka´s loaded
One more punk & you are dead & bloated, because
All this shit, you disgust me
Can I hate you, cause you are not like me
So, me & my boys beat him down
3 against one boy, whose the clown?
So I never had a f*ckin education
Sell a little drugs, to battle inflation
Sleep with a girl that I sometimes pay
F*ck it, better than bein f*ckin gay anyways
See one walkin & it makes me mad
This I learned from dear old dad
Hate all the things you do not understand
Hate all the things you do not understand
So I hate all the things I do not understand
Hate all the things I do not understand
Hate all the things I do not understand!
Nurtured with a fist
Shove instead of a kiss
Glare instead of a wink
Listen to me, boy don´t f*ckin think!
And hate him because he has gay
cause he does not live our f*ckin way
So I grew up to hate what I´m
Hate what I hate
Chorus:
I am a man
I am a man
I am a man
I am a man
Man I am a man {six times}
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