you gettin some riches Watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world Nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You
you what poetry is really about the side affects will make you pass out followed by skin rash itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth you want a time out? you
dope, then you pushin for genocide But I'll ride you, lost I will find you Blind I will guide you, forget I'll remind you Your diabolical schemes to
my pride at? My will is empty all I do is 'pose I'm daydreamin' I've seen it all but couldn't tell you what life mean What's my purpose? What's a city
and they still treat us like criminals And they'll treat us like... like we dont mean nothin to society you know.... like....like if you black you just be [chorus] They say
dies Monster Yo black magic devil horns Wake the devil, we perform We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn Ill child, Black label Society We exact wild on you