I grew lethargic. Sick and tired as a starving artist. I damn near departed. Tried my hardest - still missed my target. Thought back to the tracks when I started. When I rapped about shit so retarded. I swore I'd never ever quit spitting carnage. Until the day came when I'd taken it the farthest. Harnessed the harshest, darkest demons of my conscience. Obnoxious constant hate for the contents - Check your options mate... Checkmate; your options are nonsense. Hate eater, fuelled off the ether. Bathe in the rage, engaging the reaper. Enslaved by the page, abstain from the features. Never been the type who would cave to the sleepers. I gave it everything... Blood, sweat, tears and a wedding ring. The kitchen sink and the bed I'm in. Every last damn piece of the mess I'm in. Is it getting in? When I'm sick this is my medicine! My second wind. And it's setting in. So get expecting him. Keep neglecting him, it's not affecting him! Hate eater... (you feed my hunger pains) Hate eater... (providing fuel for the flames) Hate eater... (this is my new cocaine) Hate eater... (there's addiction in my veins) This is my passion. Invested too much to quit with the rapping. This satisfaction caters on rations. I eat until I'm full and then I shit in your napkin! Fuck being famous, shove it up your anus! Brainless thoughts of a male living nameless. Aimless shots in the dark... Stop, drop, roll from the flame's that I spark! Guess life is a game of cards - I'm a shark tearing limbs apart and eating hearts! A cannibal, Hannibal type of animal savaging every mammal, With my Rising Raiden mandible like Rambo to these antelope! I'm manhandling these anecdotes. I canvas foes like a neo-Michaelangelo! Dismantle flows, I'm painting my Sistine, For anybody listening all over the globe. I'm primed to explode. Inkblot fragments, Rorsarch tantrums. Time to unload. Re-writing the code to the Matrix, Escape this makeshift fakeness place I expose. I've shouldered boulder weighted loads on roads, Suppose it shows everywhere that I go. Through the wind, rain, hail or snow. Weather or not you like it roses will grow. And like Moses, I part these seas. Hate congregates barking up the wrong trees. Contemplate escape but it's the spark that I need, Indeed, I breathe, inhaling all these seeds of doubt like breeze. And then in harmony, you start to see, I feed off the hate and the drama you breed. Hate eater... (you feed my hunger pains) Hate eater... (providing fuel for the flames) Hate eater... (it is my new cocaine) Hate eater... (there's addiction in my veins)