Sir Mixalot - The Jack Back lyrics

"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 tap dance 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 n***a with a twenty-two I dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipe Try to breathe 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 gla**, 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 bu*t 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 n******gs 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, 'd**h 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 k**ing 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 k**in' stats! Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump Ma**ive hardware's in my trunk Creepin' low and slow There's one roll down the window What's up, fool?! ("No!") 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 spray paint can Drilled him with a crowbar 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 n***a got him with a jackback!"