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  • Текст песни Sir Mix -A-Lot - The Jack Back

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Sir Mix -A-Lot - The Jack Back, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    "In this country a man's home is his castle."

    I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
    Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that one
    To make you tapdance with a shotgun
    On Donahue they said they had weapons
    Just to teach black people one lesson
    But I ain't goin to your school of fools
    So come here, and look at my tools!
    You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
    I'll splatter your dreams
    Plans to overthrow are left in limbo
    'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
    And your skinhead crew
    I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
    I dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipe
    Try to breathe {*choking*} believe the hype
    'Cause this ain't the jungle fool
    And I don't throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
    A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN Germany
    But you was lookin for a enemy
    So you found a young brother with cash
    Crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash
    Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no thang
    Show you what I learned from the gangs
    Stack em up deep in a six-nine Deuce
    Long range scopes for the whole damn group
    Hangin outside a club called Moonshine
    Waitin for the right time..
    There he is, walkin in the Levi's blue cut
    The Wicked One dropped two shots in his butt
    I can't solve racism with a gat
    But this is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!

    "You ask me the niggers around here
    Been treated awful bad for a long time."

    I've been sayin this, I gotta fix em
    I want to fix em with a crucifixion
    Nail em to a cross and burn em
    BURN EM BURN EM BURN EM!
    It's been said that this would happen
    Skanless skinheads jackin
    All up in the crib insult for takin my force
    I had to break North
    The leader had a spraypaint can
    And on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black man'
    Burned a cross in front of the hideout
    Hopin they could get my race to die out
    I'ma cause em PAIN, physical and mental
    I speak slowly - through the temple
    The Wicked One is talkin trouble
    Blastin skulls into pieces of puzzle
    Damage em so bad, they can't stop me
    Not enough body left to get an autopsy
    Skinheads, stakin em out
    Bloodshed, takin em out
    Caught one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
    Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his forehead
    I hit em hard and it hit the spot
    I punish and plot with Mix-a-Lot
    Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him back
    Gotta get the gat, gotta get the axe
    Call it a revengeful murderous pact..
    Call it the jack back!

    "Some things are worth killing for"

    They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard
    But I can't cry, cause I'm HARD!
    They jacked another black, but this black wants payback
    I rack up killin stats!
    Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
    Massive hardware's in my trunk
    Creepin low and slow
    There's one, roll down the window
    Whassup, fool?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck buck*
    It ain't done til the punk stops breathin;
    Watch Kunta Kinte get even!
    It goes like that when a brother stays strapped
    Couldn't get a job so I learned to rap
    Livin kinda large and the skinheads hate me
    Run up in my house and they tried to take me
    Now I got the metal to his dome
    A Desert Eagle, dipped in chrome
    I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face
    Anger is takin rationality's place
    Hitler's in the house and I'm takin him out
    He shouts but the barrel's in his mouth
    Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or black
    I yank my mask - this has been a jack back!

    "These boys were trained activists.."

    I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux Klan
    And the Aryan Nation say I am!
    What's behind the skinheads out to getcha?
    The reincarnation of Hitler
    Now I got a murderous attitude
    I'm in a put em in a casket mood!
    Remember the days of slavery?
    They hung many black men from a tree
    We fought to be free real hard
    And the black man's freedom must not be scarred!
    Callin me an African Sambo
    But after this, "American Psycho"
    And I'll smoke any skinhead racist
    With the black glock that's in my fist
    And the morgue'll be packed in body stacks
    Memories due to the jack back
    Caught the leader of the skinhead clan
    You know the one with the spraypaint can
    Drilled him with a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
    In the left ear, out the right eye
    Then I took a knife to his chest
    Carved a wicked message in a bloody mess
    It was a warning for the rest of his pack
    "This nigga got him with a jackback!"

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    Воспоминания из -за Джека обратно
    Поймал лидера клана Скинхед
    Вы знаете, что с Spraypaint может
    Пробурил его с ломом {*Гарглинг*} умирает!
    В левом ухе в правом глазу
    Затем я взял нож к его груди
    Вырезал злое послание в кровавом беспорядке
    Это было предупреждение для остальной части его пакета
    "Этот ниггер получил его с броском!"

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