Clint Eastwood Is Very Hard, Innit के बोल

I am an asexual god The self breeding mother of hate Or maybe that's just how I feel I reflect what I receive every day In my world so full of lies I reflect the pain I suffer every time I spit out your filthy ugly name It seems you radiate the sun Inside you were hit with the ugly stick I never ever felt more dead Than when I got inside you This extension of my hand Will rid us all of shit like you Could take your head clean off your neck If I fucking wanted it too Bad men will speak my name in fear Cower back from Callaghan Enforce the feelings I believe Cos I'm the mother-fucking man Cower back in fear.