Hass [English translation]
Hass [English translation]
Beautiful day, cloudless sky
And the highway is teeming with complete morons.
It's hot and I have no AC...
And the GPS-cunt is jabbering during my favorite ballad.
At the wheel, surrounded by machines,
It's pure magic; I get slightly aggressive.
One moves a little to the right, but blinks left;
I wish a disabled child on him (simsalabim).
It upsets me when people disobey rules,
Which is why you see capillaries popping in my speed-camera photos.
I just wanted to dash off for a short vacation;
Now I need a tranquilizer shot and a voodoo doll.
I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!
I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.
Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.
Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,
The day is dead, it's the last straw.
Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.
Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,
Disobeying traffic regulations, it's the last straw, yep.
I don't think you realize the consequences of pissing me off.
I have a horn, and I'll use it
To turn (your) nerves into pudding.
If that isn't enough, you'll get the drive-by middle finger.
What are you gonna do?
A young girl is driving the car ahead of me,
But that's inconvenient during rush hour.
Whether geriatric retiree or novice driver,
Everyone fears my wrath... except for the auto-glass dealer.
I look at a car, and can read the driver's character:
In my mind, he's got talons like a crow and laser-eyes, eyes.
Wow, that sure sounds atrocious!
Sorry, I was just thinking out loud.
I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!
I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.
Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.
Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,
The day is dead, it's the last straw.
Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.
Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,
Disobeying traffic regulations, it's the last straw, yep.
Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.
Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,
The day is dead, it's the last straw.
Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.
Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,
Disobeying traffic regulations, it's the last straw.
I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!
I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.
I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!
I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.
- Artist:Alligatoah
- Album:Schlaftabletten, Rotwein V