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

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been jacked by the scum, and here I come
Klan, run - revenge is fun! And I'm that one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said had weapons
Just to teach black one lesson
but I ain't goin to your of fools
so here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in nostrils
I'll your dreams
Plans to overthrow are left in
cause one loco bro to dispose of you
and your crew
I ain't a house with a twenty-two
I a hollow-point slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
Cause ain't the jungle fool
and I throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
A Nazi and you never SEEN Germany
but you was for a enemy
So you a young brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my whole
Boy I'ma back, like it ain't no thang
Show you what I learned the gangs
Stack em up deep in a six-nine
Long range scopes for the damn group
Hangin a club called Moonshine
for the right time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi's cut
The One dropped two shots in his butt
I can't solve with a gat
but this is where my head's at - get em a jack back!

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

Wicked One]
I've sayin this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em a crucifixion
Nail em to a cross and em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been said that this would
Skanless skinheads
All up in the crib insult for my force
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wrote, 'Death to the black man'
a cross in front of the hideout
Hopin they could get my to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, physical and
I speak slowly - through the
The Wicked One is talkin
Blastin into 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 hard and it hit the
I punish and plot with
Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are worth for"

Mix-a-Lot]
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 hunt a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my
Creepin low.. and
one - roll down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck*
It done til the punk stops breathin;
watch Kinte get even!
It goes like when a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda large and the skinheads me
Run up in my house and tried to take me
Now I got the to his dome
A Desert Eagle, dipped in
I got a black stocking cap yanked over my
Anger is rationality's place
in the house 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 were trained activists.."

[The One]
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux
and the Aryan say I am!
What's behind the out to getcha?
The reincarnation of
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
the days of slavery?
They hung many black men 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 black that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
due to the jack back
Caught the leader of the skinhead
You the one with the spraypaint can
Drilled him a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the left ear, out the 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 nigga got him a jackback!"