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The Jack Back

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"In this country a man`s home is his castle.."[Sir Mix-a-Lot]I`ve been jacked by the racist scum, and here I comeKlan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I`m that oneto make you tapdance with a shotgunOn Donahue they said they had weaponsJust to teach black people one lessonbut I ain`t goin to your school of foolsso come here, and look at my tools!You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrilsI`ll splatter your dreamsPlans to overthrow are left in limbocause one loco bro chose to dispose of youand your skinhead crewI ain`t a house nigga with a twenty-twoI dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipeTry to breathe {*choking*} believe the hypeCause this ain`t the jungle fooland I don`t throw SPEARS, and I ain`t leavin here!A Nazi and you ain`t never SEEN Germanybut you was lookin for a enemySo you found a young brother with cashcrashed my glass, snatched my whole stashBoy I`ma getcha back, like it ain`t no thangShow you what I learned from the gangsStack em up deep in a six-nine DeuceLong range scopes for the whole damn groupHangin outside a club called MoonshineWaitin for the right time..There he is, walkin in the Levi`s blue cutThe Wicked One dropped two shots in his buttI can`t solve racism with a gatbut this is where my head`s at - get em with a jack back!"You ask me the niggers around here been treated awful bad for a long time.."[The Wicked One]I`ve been sayin this, I gotta fix emI wanna fix em with a crucifixionNail em to a cross and burn emBURN EM BURN EM BURN EM!It`s been said that this would happenSkanless skinheads jackinAll up in the crib insult for takin my forceI had to break NorthThe leader had a spraypaint canand on my wall wrote, `Death to the black man`Burned a cross in front of the hideoutHopin they could get my race to die outI`ma cause em PAIN, physical and mentalI speak slowly - through the templeThe Wicked One is talkin troubleBlastin skulls into pieces of puzzleDamage em so bad, they can`t stop meNot enough body left to get an autopsySkinheads, stakin em outBloodshed, takin em outCaught one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his foreheadI hit em hard and it hit the spotI punish and plot with Mix-a-LotNow where`s the leader at? Gotta get him backGotta get the gat, gotta get the axeCall it a revengeful murderous pact..call it the jack back!"Some things are worth killing for"[Sir Mix-a-Lot]They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guardbut I can`t cry, cause I`m HARD!They jacked another black, but this black wants paybackI rack up killin stats!Now I`m on the hunt with a 12-gauge pumpMassive hardware`s in my trunkCreepin low.. and slowThere`s one - roll down the windowWhassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck buck*It ain`t done til the punk stops breathin;watch Kunta Kinte get even!It goes like that when a brother stays strappedCouldn`t get a job so I learned to rapLivin kinda large and the skinheads hate meRun up in my house and they tried to take meNow I got the metal to his domeA Desert Eagle, dipped in chromeI got a black stocking cap yanked over my faceAnger is takin rationality`s placeHitler`s in the house and I`m takin him outHe shouts but the barrel`s in his mouthBefore I shoot, he wants to know if I`m white or blackI yank my mask - this has been a jack back!"These boys were trained activists.."[The Wicked One]I`m not a slave but the Ku Klux Klanand the Aryan Nation say I am!What`s behind the skinheads out to getcha?The reincarnation of HitlerNow I got a murderous attitudeI`m in a put em in a casket mood!Remember the days of slavery?They hung many black men from a treeWe fought to be free real hardand the black man`s freedom must not be scarred!Callin me an African Sambobut after this, "American Psycho"And I`ll smoke any skinhead racistwith the black glock that`s in my fistAnd the morgue`ll be packed in body stacksMemories due to the jack backCaught the leader of the skinhead clanYou know the one with the spraypaint canDrilled him with a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!In the left ear, out the right eyeThen I took a knife to his chestCarved a wicked message in a bloody messIt was a warning for the rest of his pack"This nigga got him with a jackback!"

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