Blow dem hoes up cause all of these punks

Behind my back they call me nigga and on my face they front

You see, I know the real deal

And that's the main reason why I serial kill

Now mothafuckas livin' straight up fake these days

And it's gonna take The Terrorists to pave the ways

Remember way back? When a long time ago

A nigga couldn't even look at a white hoe

Now you think you got blackman in check

You better give me my respects, redneck

That's bullshit and Dope-E don't like that

Egypt made a hype track, now it's time to fight back

Get back cause I'm too strong

I been waitin' to say this for so long

You been holdin' me back and now I'm pissed

So I lift my head up and raise my power fist

Cause you're prejudiced and I know this is unjustice

We need to fix thus next on my hitlist

Cause, damn it, I'm tired

I blow you hoes up and set this world on fire...



Blow these hoes up...

Prejudiced bastards...

Tell'em, Dope...



Prejudiced white mothafuckers upset me

I wanted to blow dem hoes up but the Coalition wouldn't let me

See, you're obsessed that fact that I'm black

And I'm obsessed that fact that I'm black with a bat

Swingin' on the head of a honky

Callin' me shit, junk and jigaboo and don't even know me

I'm feel to put stop to this

All the conversatin' and waitin' is over, punk, throw your fist

And face the black nation

Demalest the hope of meditation

Cause th whole damn committee is white

That shit ain't right and Dope-E don't like it

These mothafuckas try to claim authority

Provin' on majority, make us to commit larceny

On a white shit talker

Includin' your white hoes too cause we're bitch stalkers

And The Terrorists' about to murder your ass

Real slow over evil sounds

Terror strikes the light and the whites might not like

Tonight to overcome the daylight...



Blow dem hoes up...

Prejudiced bastards...

Tell'em, Dope...



Dope-E tellin' you the story of facts

Writin' exact to wax, fuck you oreo-blacks

Cause you're jockin' the other, you don't know your color 

You need to learn to hang with your sistas and brothas

Your momma shoulda told you not to fuck with white trash

Cause when the shit hits the fan they won't cut for your ass

All they do is turn their noses

And that reminds me of Guns'N Roses

I heard you used the word 'nigga' in your song

When we see your punk group we gonna whip that ass long

Face the Holocauster, fool, and my DJ Egypt-E got my back

With a gat and he'll spray your whole crew, fightin' back you ain't able



You be layin' in dramaroom with attorney and boosty cables

They'll try to jumpstart your fuckin' heart

And time they get it started I'm gonna rip it apart

You sissy mothafucka, see, nobody needs you

Step to the terror set and you'll have ceasors

Honky, see how I sound, yeah, you hate it

Now go with that misteminor shit before I get aggravated...



Blow these hoes up...

Prejudiced bastards...

Tell'em, Dope...