To protect and serve to dictate and abuse, you make me Hate you You created me with your superior attitude And you expect me to respect you? And I wouldn't care if you died, right before my eyes I feel no sympathy, watching your demise And to side with you is like siding with the iron fist, And to support you, is like supporting a rapist And I wouldn't do that You made me what I am, you made me hate you That's why it makes me smile when someone kills a pig or Two