This is a piece called Hate
Before you judge me or the piece
Listen to the entire thing
I appreciate that
Do you know what I am?
I am a nigga
That's right, the tip of my ebony pole rests between my knees
So they don't knock together when I sleep on my side at night
I'm well-hung like a grand wizard hanging from a telephone pole in the ghetto
Because you know there's no trees in the ghetto
Know what I'm sayin'?
They say these fast robust lips can barely articulate
The miniscule thoughts in my tiny brain but
I can rap my fuckin' ass off
Know what I'm sayin'?
They say my life's as lazy as my tongue is
And 'Know what I'm sayin" is a conjunction I use
When I don't know what I am saying
Or got nothing else to say
Know what I'm sayin'?
And I am a nigga
Do you know what I hate?
I hate whitey, liberalistic, masochistic, conservative, preservative, republican
Who loath my skin
Fuck the democratics who give me my automatics
And the aristocratic autonomy who see the melon in me has a felony
One to three for thievery, nigga they callin' me
But what the fuck did you get when you stole the whole native colony?
Oh, you were the lawyers and the judges
You read the Tom Sawyers and the Huck Finns
Htae me, segregate me, threaten to kick me out of the country
But who stole me the fuck in?
Fuck skin, I don't see any black on your green
To me it's white dollars
10 to life, six months to three years
If you got them white collars
America, land of the jailed, home of the slave
I hate whitey
Do you know what I am? I'm a whitey
Do you know what I hate?
I hate those chinks
They can only have one child in their country
So they come to my country and have 15 kids
So they can take over to be their country
It used to be China Town and now it's Chinky City
And I'm afraid that the new second language is gonna be calculus
Dicks as big as grains of rice
Tooth loss to blind them
Deep fried cat as a specialty every night
It's chinks, nips, gooks, spooks
Yellow skinned bastards, I fucking hate chopsticks
Do you know what I am? I am a chink
Do you know what I hate? I hate those pakis
Red dot on my head, do you want a samosa?
Do you really think that the fusion smell
Of body odour and curry in your cab is a pleasing offering to Allah?
Oh no, two more beef patty, special sauce
Pickles onions on a sesame seed bun for you?
Oh yeah I forgot that cows are gods and you can't eat them
Do you know what I am? I am a paki
Do you know what I hate?
I hate those jews
They don't believe in Jesus
But instead an eight-day miracle borrowing yet an eight-day Christmas
Happy Hanukkah! I hope the next time you shout, "Mazel tov"
That it's a mazel tov cocktail and you say hi to Hitler in hell
Do you know what I am? I am a jew
Do you know what I hate?
I hate those spicks
Chinga tu madre pendejo, this is for the raza
And all the ones that could run, jump, or swim
Have successfully boarder-crossed into my country
But do you know what I'm not?
I am not a spick, I am not a jew
I am not a paki, a chink, a whitey or a nigga
I'm racism and I don't discriminate
I hate you all equally
I hate hatred for hating me because I am hate manifest
You french kiss me and I left those words on your tongue
And I spread easy so pass the hate
Do you know what I am? I am hate
I put the scars on your back, I put you in the oven
I dropped a bomb on your country
And I put those words on your tongue
You wanna stop me? You're too fucking stupid to stop me
I'll even tell you how to stop me and I bet you can't
Well what are you waiting for? Gimme some love