"In country a man's home is his castle.."
Mix-a-Lot] I've jacked by the racist scum, and here I come Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one to you tapdance with a shotgun On Donahue they said had weapons to teach black people one lesson but I ain't goin to your school of so here, and look at my tools! You can meet and the Glock 19 in your nostrils I'll splatter dreams Plans to are left in limbo cause one loco bro to dispose of you and skinhead crew I a house nigga with a twenty-two I dump a hollow-point in your windpipe Try to {*choking*} believe the hype Cause this ain't the jungle and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here! A Nazi and you ain't never Germany but you was for a enemy So you a young brother with cash crashed my glass, my whole stash Boy I'ma getcha back, like it no thang Show you what I learned the gangs em up deep in a six-nine Deuce Long range for the whole damn group Hangin outside a called Moonshine for the right time.. There he is, walkin in the Levi's cut The Wicked One dropped two in his butt I solve racism with a gat but is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!
"You ask me the around here treated awful bad for a long time.."
[The Wicked I've sayin this, I gotta fix em I wanna fix em with a Nail em to a cross and em EM BURN EM BURN EM! It's said that this would happen Skanless jackin All up in the insult for takin my force I had to break The had a spraypaint can and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the man' a cross in front of the hideout Hopin could get my race to die out I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental I speak slowly - the temple The Wicked One is trouble Blastin skulls pieces of puzzle Damage em so bad, can't stop me Not body 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 and it hit the spot I punish and plot Mix-a-Lot Now the leader at? Gotta get him back Gotta get the gat, get the axe Call it a murderous pact.. it the jack back!
"Some are worth killing for"
[Sir They burned a cross in my yard, caught a 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 with a 12-gauge pump hardware's in my trunk Creepin low.. and There's one - roll the window Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck* It ain't done til the stops breathin; Kunta Kinte get even! It goes that when a brother stays strapped Couldn't get a job so I to rap kinda large and the skinheads hate me Run up in my house and they to take me Now I got the to his dome A Eagle, dipped in chrome I got a black cap yanked over my face Anger is takin rationality's Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out He but the barrel's in his mouth Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or I yank my mask - this has a jack back!
"These boys were activists.."
Wicked One] I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan and the Aryan say I am! What's behind the skinheads out to The of Hitler Now I got a murderous I'm in a put em in a mood! the days of slavery? They many black men from a tree We to be free real hard and the black man's freedom not be scarred! Callin me an African but this, "American Psycho" And smoke any skinhead racist with the black glock that's in my And the morgue'll be in body stacks Memories due to the back Caught the of the skinhead clan You the one with the spraypaint can Drilled him with a crowbar DIE! In the ear, out the right eye Then I took a knife to his Carved a wicked in a bloody mess It was a for the rest of his pack "This got him with a jackback!"