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"In country a man's home is his castle.."

[Sir
been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm one
to make you with a shotgun
On Donahue they they had weapons
Just to teach black people one
but I goin to your school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in nostrils
I'll splatter your
Plans to overthrow are in limbo
cause one loco bro to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
Cause this the jungle fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here!
A and you ain't never SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you found a young brother with
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy getcha back, like it ain't no thang
Show you what I learned from the
Stack em up in a six-nine Deuce
range scopes for the whole damn group
Hangin outside a club Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, in the Levi's blue cut
The Wicked One two shots in his butt
I can't solve with a gat
but this is where my at - get em with a jack back!

"You ask me the niggers around
been awful bad for a long time.."

[The Wicked
I've been this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em a crucifixion
Nail em to a and burn em
BURN EM BURN EM EM!
It's been said that would happen
Skanless jackin
All up in the crib insult for my force
I had to break
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black
a cross in front of the hideout
Hopin could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I speak slowly - the temple
The Wicked One is trouble
Blastin into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they stop me
Not enough left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, em out
Bloodshed, em out
one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, to his forehead
I hit em hard and it hit the
I punish and plot Mix-a-Lot
Now the leader at? Gotta get him back
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are killing for"

Mix-a-Lot]
They a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I cry, cause I'm HARD!
They another black, but this black wants payback
I up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge
hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
one - roll down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck*
It ain't done til the punk breathin;
Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes like that when a brother strapped
get a job so I learned to rap
Livin kinda large and the skinheads me
Run up in my house and they to take me
Now I got the to his dome
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a stocking cap yanked over my face
Anger is rationality's place
Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out
He shouts but the barrel's in his
Before I shoot, he to know if I'm white or black
I yank my mask - this has been a back!

"These boys trained activists.."

[The Wicked
I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan
and the Nation say I am!
behind the skinheads out to getcha?
The reincarnation of
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the of slavery?
hung many black men from a tree
We fought to be free hard
and the black freedom must not be scarred!
Callin me an Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any racist
with the glock that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in body
Memories due to the back
Caught the leader of the clan
You the one with the spraypaint can
Drilled him with a {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
Then I a knife to his chest
Carved a message in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the rest of his
"This nigga got him a jackback!"