We're on the highway rolling to Californ-I-A
Seven of us heaven love us cuz it's evil in front of us
We must trust that G-O-D got our backs on this T-R-I-P
In the van we watchin' flicks and getting our kicks on route 66
Forty West got us dozin' my eyes closin'
Almost on “E” and so we stop to get some gas
Somewhere outside of Arizona people's persona
Seem like they put niggas in a coma or bullets in their ass (fast)
I went in (to what) to get some petroleum
Rodeo circus these trashy motha fuckers trying to show me they tat's on purpose
Swastika's here swastika's there
Minding my affairs till one shoved me and I said, "aw this is lovely"
I punched him back and said take that from a black
His posse ran up I threw my hand up said let loose the gats
They said, "We're the type of boys that kill coons by the hour
Nigger one God, one race, seig heil, white power!"
I said "Fuck you. Bill Recio, you spacey ho
I heard racist were dying and I'm about to increase the ratio"
While we were scrappin' I heard, 'coon, monkey, ape, baboon'
I heard my partner's lettin' loose they cleared the room
I let off a couple inside their racist encephals
I asked God was I wrong for slaying demons and devils?
And if so, forgive me
But now it's 2 wounded and 3 dead from shots to the head
Them racist mother fuckers bled
Red necks are the ones who bled next
First they used to hang us
Now they get them heads checked
For bullets and abrasions that evil persuasion
This is one of the many, many flaws of this nation
I'm just a hard workin' brother at Ford
Report to work pronto amigo in my raggedy Accord
Assembly working no smirking I get the job done
White folks staring at me like I was Dennis Rodman
It must be the bandana I wear saying black owned
See them whispering everyday but they can yap, yap on
Saw it comin' a mile away and it figures
Somebody took a grease pencil and wrote on a car Whites own niggers
Paid it no mind no it's lunch time
I'm sittin' quietly then a voice said
You don't belong in society
I looked then I felt like gaggin'
This white trash mother fucker
I heard that he was the grand dragon
Fuck it I'm a tag him skull drag him
But his recruits equipped with steel toe combat boots
This is crazy for four hundred plus we've been infamous
Stigmatism is realism the idealism is to hinder us
Put his fingers in my face I bent `em back
He said, "you fuckin' jerk" and told me to watch my back after work
I punched out and walkin' to my car
I'm driving and I see this mother fucker, he's following me from afar
Pulled over like an idiot jumped out and said, "what's happenin!?"
We started scrapping
He poked me with his knife, I took his knife their goes your life
God forgive me because I slit his redneck
Now all that's left is a fuckin' dead peck
The demons are gonna kill me I feel it comin'
I'm a little piece of love and a pit full of `em gunnin'
The pit is the planet damnit it's full of killas and racist
If God make it I'm saying God take it break it
Demoniacs of all colors crippers and blooders Arian brothers die
If you fuck with any of us God lovers
A southern wind hit the Midwest my mother cringed cause her vocalist
Keep fuckin' with white national socialists
Everybody wants to be the chosen God's people
When teaching hatred hatred at the steeple steeple
Lethal sequels when churches burn we purchase germs
Like guns to slaughter all the mother fuckin' surface worms
All fronts got the right to fall once
And the racist be the ones we call dunce
Down to die for my love so before you cease us
You gotta crucify me like Jesus leave us rednecks
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