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

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and I come
Klan, run - revenge is fun! And I'm that one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't goin to your of fools
so here, and look at my tools!
You can and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
splatter your dreams
Plans to are left in limbo
cause one bro chose 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 fool
and I throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
A and you ain't never SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you found a brother with cash
my glass, snatched my whole stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no
you what I learned from the gangs
Stack em up in a six-nine Deuce
Long scopes 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
been treated awful bad for a time.."

Wicked One]
I've sayin this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em with a
em to a cross and burn em
BURN EM BURN EM EM!
It's said that this would happen
skinheads jackin
All up in the crib insult for my force
I had to North
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black
Burned a cross in front of the
they could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I speak slowly - the temple
The One is talkin trouble
Blastin skulls pieces of puzzle
em so bad, they can't stop me
Not enough body 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 and it hit the spot
I and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the at? Gotta get him back
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a revengeful pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are worth for"

Mix-a-Lot]
They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off
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 a 12-gauge pump
Massive in my trunk
low.. and slow
There's one - down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck
It done til the punk stops breathin;
watch Kunta get even!
It like that 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 they to take me
Now I got the to his dome
A Desert Eagle, dipped in
I got a black cap yanked over my face
Anger is takin place
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 or black
I yank my mask - has been a jack back!

"These boys were activists.."

[The One]
I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan
and the Aryan say I am!
What's behind the out to getcha?
The of Hitler
Now I got a attitude
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the days of
They hung many men from a tree
We to be free real hard
and the black man's must not be scarred!
me an African Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any racist
with the black glock in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
Memories due to the back
Caught the leader of the skinhead
You know the one with the can
Drilled him with a {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
I took a knife to his chest
Carved a wicked message in a mess
It was a for the rest of his pack
"This nigga got him a jackback!"