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"In this country a 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 you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they they had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't goin to your school of
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your
I'll splatter dreams
Plans to are left in limbo
cause one loco bro chose to of you
and your crew
I ain't a house nigga with a
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe believe the hype
Cause ain't the jungle fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here!
A Nazi and you never SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you found a young brother with
crashed my glass, my whole stash
Boy getcha back, like it ain't no thang
Show you I learned from the gangs
Stack em up in a six-nine Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole damn
Hangin outside a club called
for the right time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi's 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 around here
been treated bad for a long 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 BURN EM EM!
It's been said that would happen
Skanless skinheads
All up in the crib insult for takin my
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, to the black man'
a cross in front of the hideout
Hopin they get my race to die out
I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental
I slowly - through the temple
The Wicked One is talkin
Blastin skulls pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they stop me
Not enough body left to get an
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 the leader at? Gotta get him back
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
it a revengeful murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some are worth killing for"

[Sir
They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off
but I cry, cause I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this wants payback
I up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a pump
Massive hardware's in my
Creepin low.. and
one - roll down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck*
It ain't done til the stops breathin;
watch Kunta get even!
It goes like that when a brother strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda large and the skinheads 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 yanked my face
Anger is rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm 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 been a back!

"These boys trained activists.."

Wicked One]
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klan
and the Nation say I am!
behind 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 black men a tree
We to be free real hard
and the black freedom must not be scarred!
me an African Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And smoke any skinhead racist
with the black that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
due to the jack back
Caught the of the skinhead clan
You know the one the spraypaint can
Drilled him with a {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
I took a knife to his chest
Carved a wicked in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the rest of his
"This got him with a jackback!"