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"In country 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 they said they had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't goin to school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your
I'll splatter your
Plans to overthrow are left in
cause one bro chose to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I ain't a nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a slug 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 a young brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my whole
Boy getcha back, like it ain't no thang
Show you what I learned the gangs
Stack em up deep in a six-nine
Long scopes for the whole damn group
outside a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi's cut
The Wicked One dropped two shots in his
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 wanna fix em a crucifixion
em to a cross and burn em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's said that this would happen
Skanless jackin
All up in the crib insult for takin my
I had to North
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the man'
a cross in front of the hideout
Hopin could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, physical and
I slowly - through the temple
The Wicked One is trouble
Blastin into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't me
Not body 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 and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the at? Gotta get him back
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
Call it a revengeful pact..
it the jack back!

"Some things are worth for"

[Sir
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 payback
I up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt a 12-gauge pump
Massive 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 stays strapped
get a job so I learned to rap
Livin kinda large and the hate me
Run up in my house and they tried to me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a black stocking cap yanked my face
Anger is takin rationality's
Hitler's in the house and I'm him out
He shouts but the barrel's in his
I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or black
I yank my mask - this has a jack back!

"These boys were activists.."

[The Wicked
I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan
and the Aryan say I am!
What's behind the out to getcha?
The reincarnation of
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the of slavery?
They hung black men from a tree
We to be free real hard
and the black man's freedom not be scarred!
Callin me an African
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll any skinhead racist
with the black glock that's in my
And the morgue'll be in body stacks
Memories due to the jack
Caught the leader of the skinhead
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!"