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

[Sir
I've 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 said they had
Just to teach black 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 your
Plans to are left in limbo
cause one bro chose to dispose of you
and your crew
I ain't a nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in your
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
Cause this ain't the fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I ain't here!
A and you ain't never SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you found a young brother with
my glass, snatched my whole stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no
Show you I learned from the gangs
Stack em up deep in a six-nine
Long range scopes for the damn group
Hangin outside a club Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
he is, walkin in the Levi's blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two shots in his
I can't racism with a gat
but this is where my at - get em with a jack back!

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

[The Wicked
I've been sayin this, I fix em
I wanna fix em with a
Nail em to a cross and em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been said 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, to the black 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 - through the
The Wicked One is trouble
skulls into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they 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 Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the at? Gotta get him back
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are killing for"

[Sir
They burned a cross in my yard, a brother off guard
but I can't cry, I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this black wants
I rack up stats!
Now I'm on the with a 12-gauge pump
Massive in my trunk
low.. and slow
There's one - down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It ain't til the punk stops breathin;
watch Kinte get even!
It goes that when a brother stays strapped
get a job so I learned to rap
Livin large and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and tried to take me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a black stocking cap yanked my face
is takin rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm him out
He shouts but the in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to if I'm white or black
I yank my mask - has been a jack back!

"These were trained activists.."

[The Wicked
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klan
and the Aryan say I am!
What's the skinheads out to getcha?
The reincarnation of
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the days of
They hung many men from a tree
We fought to be real 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 black glock in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
due to the jack back
Caught the leader of the clan
You know the one with the can
Drilled him with a crowbar DIE!
In the left ear, out the eye
Then I took a knife to his
a wicked message in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the of his pack
"This nigga got him a jackback!"