di wicked dreadful man a drownin inna one glass judgement a go lick down every race and social class armagideon control come and put we all pon past (chorus) there's a
how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with
is that fucking white man saying? [M:] He wants to fuck the race [B:] Hey [M:] no, no, no he wants to kill the race [B:] Pass me that goat's horn [
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
waiting for (the sounds surround the overpass) with severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead (a dead man against you) we'll write her a
love, Patriots, weh you a go run to [Verse 2:] Unu dem dey a talk, Rhat's true me white like chalk Likkle pussy hole gwan go play the race card Dem
World's end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it's worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin
Open wounds Drowned in Kerosene What the fuck is this? Oh, it's the bass So, what do you think of me? Is it a joke Or a part of me? Yeah, I'm just
'h jolly to jolly,lay your face we are all right..the human race its right we could be together like a friends which will never.. broke a treaty for
s called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver. It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid, and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with Hitler's
a painted pony wild To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine And now you ask that I should watch The red man's race be slowly
the rules ain't fair but still I play it And that the race that I'm racing it's amazing I ain't fading The sun turned me from a grape to a... And folks
can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky
dead When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter Cuz I serve any stranger wit money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
a democratic nation Afraid we've got it now a privacy invasion Afghanistan's the last time, Poland's next in line Lock you in a prison throw you in a
of man and contradiction Oliver Boy! It's the same militia Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different Oliver Boy! It's the same old story Where there's blood there's
man Balls to the wall You got your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall, balls to the wall Here we go Come on man, let's stand up all over the world