So...up down On the corner, up town I turn around and hear the sound A voice is talking about Whos gonna die next Cause the white mans got a god complex Silent niggas scream for help Aaah!! Help me! Help me! Nigga, make your own help Shit, you need it I turn around and hear the sound Of jukeboxes playing in bars Pimps parked outside in big pretty Cadillac cars Cleaner than a broke-dick dog Sitting in a big fine hog Dressed very fine in a mohair silk vine But Jim Dalell die next Cause the white mans got a god complex Hey brother, whats your sport, my man? I got just the thing for you Only costs ten and two What you gonna do, baby? I got black ones, brown ones Wed ones, yellow ones I even got a white one if you wanna buy some Yeah, thats right 2-50-8, play it straight I got it all worked out You know what Im talking about Been reading my dream book Aint no way in the world A kid gon get took Nigga, what you mean I didnt hit Nigga, you full of shit Lick dice, uh, now seven Cmon be nice and hit eleven Well what do you know, its Little Joe Hey my man, got 20 dollars say Little Joe dont blow Ha, baby needs a pair of shoes Ah, papas got the funky blues Ah, mama plays the crossword in the news Snake eyes... Sorry, nigga, you lose The line forms to the rear, lady And I dont care if you never cash your welfare checks Cause the white mans got a god complex But I got ten babies I aint got no man I aint got no choice but to hold out my hand And feed my young ones the best way I can Hey man, what you mean no doubles on blackjack Punk, you better change that rule cause I aint no fool You better bee cool, Jim, or youll die next Cause the white mans got a god complex Hey, my man, uh, I wanna cop a nickel bag You say all you got is skag Wow thats a drag, cause uh I dont wanna cop no Dope is...death next Cause the white mans got a god complex Hey baby, wheres the gig at tonight? Well, theres one over at Slicks For faggots and tricks Theres one around graveyards Side of town thatll cost you a pound But if you dont know what I know You better pack your piece, at least Or youll die next Cause the white mans got a god complex Mr. Stein, I done paid enough rent For this pad to be mine But you just want to cheat me cause I aint your kind Damn, cant you see the place is falling down? No, you cant dig it cause you aint never around Damn Im so poor I dont know what in the hell Im gonna do any more Not from this day to the next Cause the white mans got a god complex Im making guns! (Im god!) (oh god!) Im making bombs! (Im god!) Im making gas! (Im god!) Im making freak machines! (Im god!) Birth control pills! (Im god!) Killed Indians who discovered him! (Im god!) Kill the Japanese with the a-bomb! (Im god!) Killed and still killing black people! (Im god!) Enslaving the earth! (Im god!) Done went to the moon! (Im god!) Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! oh god! Oh god! Oh god! oh god! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod Oh gggggggggggaaaahhhhhhhhhd!
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 19:27:50 +0000
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