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"In this country a home is his castle.."

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been jacked by the scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue said they 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
splatter your dreams
Plans to are left in limbo
cause one loco bro chose to of you
and your crew
I ain't a nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in windpipe
Try to {*choking*} believe the hype
this 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 cash
my glass, snatched 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 for the whole damn group
outside a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, in the Levi's blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two 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 niggers here
been awful bad for a long time.."

[The Wicked
I've been sayin this, I fix em
I fix em with a crucifixion
em to a cross and burn em
BURN EM BURN EM EM!
It's been said that would happen
Skanless skinheads
All up in the crib for takin my force
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wrote, 'Death to the black man'
Burned a cross in front of the
Hopin they could get my to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I slowly - through the temple
The One is talkin trouble
Blastin into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't me
Not enough left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, em out
Bloodshed, em out
one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his
I hit em hard and it hit the
I punish and plot Mix-a-Lot
Now the leader at? Gotta get him back
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some are worth killing for"

[Sir
They burned a in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I can't cry, I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this wants payback
I rack up stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge
Massive in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
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 like 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 they tried to me
Now I got the to his dome
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a stocking cap yanked over my face
Anger is rationality's place
Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out
He shouts but the in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm or black
I yank my mask - this has been a back!

"These were trained activists.."

Wicked One]
I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan
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 free real
and the black man's must not be scarred!
Callin me an African
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any skinhead
with the glock that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be in body stacks
due to the jack back
Caught the leader of the skinhead
You know the one with the can
Drilled him with a crowbar DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
Then I took a to his chest
a wicked message in a bloody mess
It was a for the rest of his pack
"This nigga got him a jackback!"