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The Ugly Truth (Explicit) - Louis Logic
Yo yo I hate those filthy f**kin' 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 b**ches
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
F**kin' 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
F**kin' heathens dealing d**e 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
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
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
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
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
F**king 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
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
I'd like to add lastly AIDS ain't a disease
We should take tainted IV's
And jam up the pillow-biting fags a** 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 f**king 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 *****y 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
