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Louis Logic - The Ugly Truth lyrics
[Verse 1] Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys And the features that they share with simians Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads who have no wives Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights Cuz they go from having lives to having life And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat And sail their monkey asses back to Africa And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk [Chorus] And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard Hometown battlefield, times is hard Crime is risin', on my horizon And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job A lot of folks say that the times is changing But the more things change, the more they stay the same And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know [Verse 2] Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap With every breath their breathing through large beaks They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth 'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah And smother out their breath and words with yamakas 'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons 'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know who probably hurts us most Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks Godheads who settle on our urban coast I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and restaurants Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws Treatin' them like real Americans when after all These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers The law provides us with no means of protection Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones [Chorus] [Verse 4] I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that? We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian And wimpy feminine men than to let them in Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration [Beat stops] [Man talking] Right this way, Governor Bush |
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