Sir Mix-a-lot - The Jack Back Lyrics
{*first twenty seconds are some movie*}In this country a mans home is his castle..[sir mix-a-lot]Ive been jacked by the racist scum, and here I comeKlan, run - cause revenge is fun! and Im that oneTo make you tapdance with a shotgunOn donahue they said they had weaponsJust to teach black people one lessonBut I aint goin to your school of foolsSo come here, and look at my tools!You can meet and greet the glock 19 in your nostrilsIll splatter your dreamsPlans to overthrow are left in limboCause one loco bro chose to dispose of youAnd your skinhead crewI aint a house nigga with a twenty-twoI dump a hollow-point slug in your windpipeTry to breathe {*choking*} believe the hypeCause this aint the jungle foolAnd I dont throw spears, and I aint leavin here!A nazi and you aint never seen germanyBut you was lookin for a enemySo you found a young brother with cashCrashed my glass, snatched my whole stashBoy ima getcha back, like it aint no thangShow you what I learned from the gangsStack em up deep in a six-nine deuceLong range scopes for the whole damn groupHangin outside a club called moonshineWaitin for the right time..There he is, walkin in the levis blue cutThe wicked one dropped two shots in his buttI cant solve racism with a gatBut this is where my heads at - get em with a jack back!You ask me the niggers around hereBeen treated awful bad for a long time..[the wicked one]Ive been sayin this, I gotta fix emI wanna fix em with a crucifixionNail em to a cross and burn emBurn em burn em burn em!Its been said that this would happenSkanless skinheads jackinAll up in the crib insult for takin my forceI had to break northThe leader had a spraypaint canAnd on my wall wrote, death to the black manBurned a cross in front of the hideoutHopin they could get my race to die outIma cause em pain, physical and mentalI speak slowly - through the templeThe wicked one is talkin troubleBlastin skulls into pieces of puzzleDamage em so bad, they cant stop meNot enough body left to get an autopsySkinheads, stakin em outBloodshed, takin em outCaught one of em, mix said, go aheadThirty-eight, straight to his foreheadI hit em hard and it hit the spotI punish and plot with mix-a-lotNow wheres the leader at? gotta get him backGotta get the gat, gotta get the axeCall it a revengeful murderous pact..Call it the jack back!Some things are worth killing for[sir mix-a-lot]They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guardBut I cant cry, cause Im hard!They jacked another black, but this black wants paybackI rack up killin stats!Now Im on the hunt with a 12-gauge pumpMassive hardwares in my trunkCreepin low.. and slowTheres one - roll down the windowWhassup, fool? !! (noooooooooo!!) *buck buck buck*It aint done til the punk stops breathin;Watch kunta kinte get even!It goes like that when a brother stays strappedCouldnt get a job so I learned to rapLivin kinda large and the skinheads hate meRun up in my house and they tried to take meNow I got the metal to his domeA desert eagle, dipped in chromeI got a black stocking cap yanked over my faceAnger is takin rationalitys placeHitlers in the house and Im takin him outHe shouts but the barrels in his mouthBefore I shoot, he wants to know if Im white or blackI yank my mask - this has been a jack back!These boys were trained activists..[the wicked one]Im not a slave but the ku klux klanAnd the aryan nation say I am!Whats behind the skinheads out to getcha?The reincarnation of hitlerNow I got a murderous attitudeIm in a put em in a casket mood!Remember the days of slavery?They hung many black men from a treeWe fought to be free real hardAnd the black mans freedom must not be scarred!Callin me an african samboBut after this, american psychoAnd Ill smoke any skinhead racistWith the black glock thats in my fistAnd the morguell be packed in body stacksMemories due to the jack backCaught the leader of the skinhead clanYou know the one with the spraypaint canDrilled him with a crowbar {*gargling*} die!In the left ear, out the right eyeThen I took a knife to his chestCarved a wicked message in a bloody messIt was a warning for the rest of his packThis nigga got him with a jackback!
