Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland
 Oliver North receives community service hours
 for selling weapons to known terrorists
 Tawana was brutally raped  but two fools said she did it to herself
 A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
 And you say I should be proud of this song
 Think about it AMERICA!

 Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot

 I'm living like hell in a world of death
 Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests
 Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
 Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"
 Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
 Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
 Civil war, but some want out
 Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout
 Headin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hip
 Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip
 The president is a dope man's friend
 The governments strong but the dope got in
 Punish the accused, but the trial was short
 A black man's dogged in a all white court
 The jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
 Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem

 Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot

 The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
 They said intelligence never makes miscues
 The thirty-first was a day of death
 Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the rest
 No negotions with a terrorist force
 But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North
 The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone
 The burning of the flag in Iran goes on
 Anti-American, we're loved by few
 We pay big money to the ones that do
 The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
 But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
 Ollie took orders from the number one man
 But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran
 Democrats tripped, the committee said can em
 Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem

 Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

 Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
 Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
 Never helped out by the ones with clout
 I was mad at the world cause I felt left out
 Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
 I realize I'm a modern day slave
 Posse downtown, the sight was set
 I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag
 People walk by, laughin at poverty
 I looked in her face and I soon saw me
 College educated, but she can't get a job
 The american dream once again got robbed
 Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame
 Fight for the man, and the man plays games
 Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
 You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it

 My national anthem
 My national anthem
 You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians

 Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot

 Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
 Any similarities, I won't say
 But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk
 Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk
 Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it
 Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit
 Started with a key, clocked 17 G's
 Then got another shipment, pure D
 Headin for Brumlen, the money was betta
 Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater
 Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you this
 The people that laugh are the people that knows
 Her community complained, callin the police
 But where was the community when she was in the street
 Dope's comin in, it's killin em at random
 And I'm ashamed of my national anthem

 My national anthem
 My national anthem
 My national anthem
 I'm ashamed of my national anthem