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I've got to hate something or someoneMaybe the next bitch I fuckWon't try her game after gameI keep moving west and sex gets boringWho planted this inside of me?I watch a Farrakhan fuck the minds of the brokenBut after the chase no love songs are foundI still watch Kennedy fucking MonroeWho planted this inside me?I see Jacqueline lick the dying wounds of the deadbeat generationI hate the hippie fucks who've managed to spread more disease and start more warsNow that they've come of ageYou are the fish on the sand of my thoughtsWho planted this inside of me?You are the fish on the sand of my thoughtsYou are the fish on the sand of my bloodWith you alone I can let my rage goLet my rage go...Who planted this inside of me? From Letras Mania