The Jack Back

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

I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come

Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that one

to make you tapdance with a shotgun

On Donahue they said they had weapons

Just to teach black people one lesson

but I ain't goin to your school of fools

so come here, and look at my tools!

You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils

I'll splatter your dreams

Plans to overthrow are left in limbo

cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you

and your skinhead crew

I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two

I dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipe

Try to breathe {*choking*} believe the hype

Cause this ain't the jungle fool

and I don't throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!

A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN Germany

but you was lookin for a enemy

So you found a young brother with cash

crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash

Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no thang

Show you what I learned from the gangs

Stack em up deep in a six-nine Deuce

Long range scopes for the whole damn group

Hangin outside a club called Moonshine

Waitin for the right time..

There he is, walkin in the Levi's blue cut

The Wicked One dropped two shots in his butt

I can't solve racism with a gat

but 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.."

I've been sayin this, I gotta fix em

I wanna fix em with a crucifixion

Nail em to a cross and burn em

BURN EM BURN EM BURN EM!

It's been said that this would happen

Skanless skinheads jackin

All up in the crib insult for takin my force

I had to break North

The leader had a spraypaint can

and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black man'

Burned a cross in front of the hideout

Hopin they could get my race to die out

I'ma cause em PAIN, physical and mental

I speak slowly - through the temple

The Wicked One is talkin trouble

Blastin skulls into pieces of puzzle

Damage em so bad, they can't stop me

Not enough body left to get an autopsy

Skinheads, stakin em out

Bloodshed, takin em out

Caught one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"

Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his forehead

I hit em hard and it hit the spot

I punish and plot with Mix-a-Lot

Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him back

Gotta get the gat, gotta get the axe

Call it a revengeful murderous pact..

call it the jack back!

"Some things are worth killing for"

They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard

but I can't cry, cause I'm HARD!

They jacked another black, but this black wants payback

I rack up killin stats!

Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump

Massive hardware's in my trunk

Creepin low.. and slow

There's one - roll down the window

Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") It ain't done til the punk stops breathin;

watch Kunta Kinte get even!

It goes like that when a brother stays strapped

Couldn't get a job so I learned to rap

Livin kinda large and the skinheads hate me

Run up in my house and they tried to take me

Now I got the metal to his dome

A Desert Eagle, dipped in chrome

I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face

Anger is takin rationality's place

Hitler's in the house and I'm takin him out

He shouts but the barrel's in his mouth

Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or black

I yank my mask - this has been a jack back!

"These boys were trained activists.."

I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux Klan

and the Aryan Nation say I am!

What's behind the skinheads out to getcha?

The reincarnation of Hitler

Now I got a murderous attitude

I'm in a put em in a casket mood!

Remember the days of slavery?

They hung many black men from a tree

We fought to be free real hard

and the black man's freedom must not be scarred!

Callin me an African Sambo

but after this, "American Psycho"

And I'll smoke any skinhead racist

with the black glock that's in my fist

And the morgue'll be packed in body stacks

Memories due to the jack back

Caught the leader of the skinhead clan

You know the one with the spraypaint can

Drilled him with a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!

In the left ear, out the right eye

Then I took a knife to his chest

Carved a wicked message in a bloody mess

It was a warning for the rest of his pack

"This nigga got him with a jackback!"