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

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm one
to make you tapdance with a
On Donahue said they had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't to your school of fools
so here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your
I'll splatter dreams
Plans to overthrow are left in
cause one loco bro chose to of you
and your skinhead
I a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to {*choking*} believe the hype
this ain't the jungle fool
and I throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain't never Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you found a young brother cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no
Show you what I learned the gangs
em up deep in a six-nine Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole damn
Hangin outside a called Moonshine
for the right time..
There he is, walkin in the blue cut
The One dropped two shots in his butt
I can't solve racism a gat
but this is where my at - get em with a jack back!

"You ask me the niggers here
treated awful bad for a long time.."

[The One]
I've sayin this, I gotta fix em
I fix em with a crucifixion
Nail em to a cross and em
EM BURN EM BURN EM!
It's been said that this would
Skanless jackin
All up in the insult for takin my force
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, to the black man'
Burned a cross in of the hideout
they could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I speak - through the temple
The One is talkin trouble
Blastin skulls pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, can't stop me
Not enough body 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 with
Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a revengeful pact..
it the jack 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 jacked another black, but this black wants
I rack up stats!
Now I'm on the hunt a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my
low.. and slow
There's one - roll down the
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It ain't done til the punk stops
Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes like that a brother stays strapped
get a job so I learned to rap
Livin kinda and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my and they tried to take me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, dipped in
I got a black stocking cap over my face
Anger is takin place
Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out
He but the barrel's in his mouth
Before I shoot, he to know if I'm white or black
I yank my mask - this has a jack back!

"These boys were activists.."

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