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

[Sir
I've been by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one
to make you tapdance a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't goin to your school of
so come here, and at my tools!
You can and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll your dreams
Plans to overthrow are in limbo
one loco bro chose to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a
I a hollow-point slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
this ain't the jungle fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain't SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you a young brother with cash
my glass, snatched my whole stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it no thang
you what I learned from the gangs
Stack em up in a six-nine Deuce
Long scopes for the whole damn group
Hangin a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
he is, walkin in the Levi's blue cut
The Wicked One two shots in his butt
I can't racism with a gat
but this is my head's at - get em with a jack back!

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

[The One]
I've sayin 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 said that this would happen
skinheads jackin
All up in the insult for takin my force
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black
Burned a cross in front of the
Hopin they get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I slowly - through the temple
The One is talkin trouble
Blastin skulls into pieces of
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 hard and it hit the
I and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
Call it a revengeful pact..
call it the back!

"Some are worth killing for"

[Sir
burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I can't cry, 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
Massive hardware's in my
Creepin low.. and
There's one - down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck*
It ain't done til the punk stops
Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes that when a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda large and the 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 stocking cap over my face
Anger is takin place
Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out
He shouts but the barrel's in his
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 slave but the Ku Klux
and the Nation 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!
Remember the of slavery?
They hung many black men from a
We fought to be real hard
and the black man's must not be scarred!
me an African Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And smoke any skinhead racist
with the black glock that's in my
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
Memories due to the jack
Caught the leader of the clan
You know the one with the can
him with a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
Then I took a to his chest
Carved a wicked in a bloody mess
It was a for the rest of his pack
"This got him with a jackback!"