black children stop or I will shoot!" I look back at cooked crack Plus cars that pass by Jaguars mad fly And I'm guilty for materialism Blacks is still
cretins, et moi le premier Dans ce peuple perdu Dans ce pays vendu Aux encheres des monnaies Et puis fermer les yeux Ouvrir les yeux sur mes parents
that far Way back in McCarthy's day My parents left the USA Young rebellious lovers They left behind a nation far too proud And powerful to say That love transcends all colors Some black
don't care "How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer? If I had the time I wouldn't mind to offer ya A fat dime and a black nine in my shit But no warrants
Something To Drink On You Just Take In Effect He Got A Stack With A Mink On Now He Got You Doing Everything That You Think Wrong Look, You Tell Your Parents
corny ass white rapper show, right and which I'm still havin' mixed feelings about they said it'd be real, I'm just spillin' it out there's somethin' about a white boy talking black
of shit too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at
: [Verse 1] These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has
in a state of red, black, and green With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend We don't fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums Blackness is in
follow me Cuz we need a little controversy, Cuz it feels so empty without me Verse 2: Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents
But Shadys cute Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (ooo baby) Look at myself! Lets do the math If i was black i woulda
you'll probably go, and join in a gang," "Yeah, right. Im out Where's my fuckin' walkman at?" "Stop cussin' at me!" "Shut up, bitch!" "And quit talking black
knew I.. and sells a couple of million records I never knew I.. And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling I never knew I.. [Eminem] I don't do black
one jumped up and said ?Lock up the filthy basturd!? I'm like damn, can I get a goddamn break How much shit can one black man take But the judge was black
And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black
Brainwashed brother Shut up do you know How dumb you sound? That mentality What keeps my people down No one wants to Live in an urban war You live there cause Your parents
gear From caps I've peeled About a block away I sit up Look back It wasn't nothin' but a Microphone contract! Dressed in black I stalk my prey Parabellum
rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! Watch me dod it, as I do it And I do it right Grab the gauge Duct tape on the flashlight Doin' the black ski mask And