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Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the

Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west
Oliver North receives service hours
for weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was raped but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of song
Think it AMERICA!

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear vests
Your nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican
Pinstripe suits, experts at
Civil war, but want out
in a box called the ghetto we shout
Headin for the strip the squares ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys
The president is a dope friend
The governments strong but the got in
Punish the accused, but the was short
A black dogged in a all white court
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Two: Sir

The pentagon had a plan for a
They said never makes miscues
The thirty-first was a day of
Lieutenant Higgins, you know the rest
No negotions with a terrorist
But Iran's buzzin' offa Oliver North
The dead but the hearts not gone
The of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big to the ones that do
The christian militia, they us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't
Ollie took from the number one man
But the hit the fan and superiors ran
Democrats tripped, the committee can em
Now I'm ashamed of my anthem

Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't
Not ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the with clout
I was mad at the cause I felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, to get paid
I I'm a modern day slave
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys mother a buggy and a bag
walk by, laughin at poverty
I in her face and I soon saw me
educated, but she can't get a job
The american dream once again got
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
Fight for the man, and the man games
Dogged by the hippies, dope critics
You it on the soldier, but your government did it

My national
My national
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, uncut like
Headin over borders in a scent-free
Coffee over dope, but the dog sniff it
Remember that lady that was broke, she's
Started a key, clocked 17 G's
Then got shipment, pure D
Headin for Brumlen, the money was
in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you
The people that are the people that knows
Her community complained, callin the
But where was the community when she was in the
Dope's in, it's killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my anthem

My anthem
My national
My national
I'm ashamed of my anthem