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

[Sir
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had
Just to teach black one lesson
but I goin to your school of fools
so here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter dreams
Plans to overthrow are in limbo
cause one loco bro chose to of you
and your crew
I a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe believe the hype
Cause this the jungle fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN
but you was for a enemy
So you found a brother with cash
crashed my glass, my whole stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, it ain't no thang
Show you what I from the gangs
Stack em up in a six-nine Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole damn
Hangin outside a club 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 niggers around
been awful bad for a long time.."

[The Wicked
I've sayin this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em with a
em to a cross and burn em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been that this would happen
Skanless jackin
All up in the insult for takin my force
I had to break
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the man'
Burned a cross in of the hideout
they could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I speak - through the temple
The Wicked One is talkin
Blastin skulls into 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 and it hit the spot
I punish and with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the leader at? get him back
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 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 hunt with a 12-gauge
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 punk stops
Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes like that when a brother stays
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and they to take me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a black stocking cap yanked my face
is takin 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 wants to know if I'm or black
I yank my mask - this has been a back!

"These boys trained activists.."

[The Wicked
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 attitude
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the of slavery?
hung many black men from 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 I'll any skinhead racist
with the black glock that's in my
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
Memories due to the back
Caught the of the skinhead clan
You know the one with the can
Drilled him a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the left ear, out the eye
I took a knife to his chest
Carved a message in a bloody mess
It was a for the rest of his pack
"This got him with a jackback!"