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

[Sir
I've been by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm one
to make you with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had
Just to teach people one lesson
but I ain't to your school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and the Glock 19 in your nostrils
splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow are left in
one loco bro chose to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I ain't a house with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in your
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
this ain't the jungle fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN
but you was lookin for a
So you found a young with cash
crashed my glass, my whole stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it no thang
Show you I learned from the gangs
em up deep in a six-nine Deuce
Long scopes for the whole damn group
outside a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, walkin in the blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two shots in his
I can't solve racism a gat
but this is where my head's at - get em a jack back!

"You ask me the niggers around
been awful bad for a long time.."

[The One]
I've been sayin this, I fix em
I wanna fix em a crucifixion
Nail em to a and burn em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been that this would happen
Skanless skinheads
All up in the insult for takin my force
I had to break
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, to the black man'
Burned a cross in of the hideout
Hopin they get my race to die out
I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental
I speak slowly - through the
The One is talkin trouble
Blastin skulls into of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't 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 and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
it a revengeful murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some are worth killing 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 with a 12-gauge pump
hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
There's one - roll down the
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck*
It done til the punk stops breathin;
Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes like when a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin large 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 over my face
Anger is rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm him out
He shouts but the in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm or black
I my mask - this 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 skinheads out to
The reincarnation of
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the days of
They hung black men from a tree
We to be free real hard
and the man's freedom must not be scarred!
Callin me an Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any racist
with the black glock that's in my
And the be packed in body stacks
Memories due to the jack
Caught the leader of the clan
You know the one the spraypaint can
Drilled him with a {*gargling*} DIE!
In the left ear, out the eye
Then I a knife to his chest
a wicked message in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the rest of his
"This nigga got him a jackback!"