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"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!"