Unit 731

(Verse 1: Lockjaw)
I hate tabloids and headlines
Headaches and red wine
Deadweight and deadlines
I hate these allergies, and this salary
Getting paid hourly id rather flip an ounce of weed
Man, cause we're working so hard to get it
Hate waking up late to a parking ticket
Design a set list, through time and effort
And give it more grooves than a vinyl record
Anxious and frustrated
Can't trust strangers
Got a college degree just to bus tables
I hate bad news and bad moods
I hate that liberty is just a statue
Hate the politics and media stunts
Greed and wants of the government
Breaching the covenant
Then they'll say sorry, or play the race card
And go build a casino on a graveyard
They mold what you're told into lies later
And turn news stories into skyscrapers
Make history sound like they want it to
And then go hide the truth right in front of you
Riddles and rhymes as fickle as time
Taking chances, i'm tryna find out some answers

(Hook: Lockjaw)
And i hate that, man i hate that, and i hate that, god damn i hate that
And i hate that, man i hate that, and i hate that, tell em what you hate man

(Verse 2: Chuck Angus)
I hate the fact i'm not known yet
That they let these rookies close to a grown vet
I hate what i think of in my own head
I tell myself dont stress
I hate finding mold break
And when it's all said and done
I hate it when i lose on the whole spread
And i hate that you could probably spit the greatest line
And still not stain the fabric of space and time
Because it doesnt matter if you kick it dope
All that matters gets engulfed in a flick of smoke
Listen smoke, i hate it when it falls on deaf ears
Even when you standing round your best peers
And two idiots who slander the peeps
Are both in line to be the next commander and chief
And the cabinet is full of broken dishware
I hate that fact i probably fucking hate it when i get there
I hate the fact the world is dying by the hectar
And everybodys who's sick can't afford healthcare
I hate what money does to innocence
It's probably the main cause in a sense
I hate that i love smoking cigarettes
I'll try to kick the habit when i get a sec
I hate that all your friends leave and problems stay
Fishing stories that depict the one that got away
And all that glitters is just covered in gold leaf
Yo i hate it that i wake up and my bones creak
That shit is so weak
And i hate the fact that i'm still concerned with things that are below me
I hate misfortune and missed fortunes
No paid tours and no endorsements
I hate that dreams are enormous, inordinant
And still go no gravy to cover all the corn bread
And i hate that the dark is deceiving
And your time in the light is so fleeting