Rasta junkie on his ways

He wears his gold, bought from Koreans

Selling his drugs to poison our kids

Alien cultures bought from the Yids



Nigger! I hate your face!

Don't try and mix with the Master Race!



So many times I saw you

Dealing death, it's what you do

Laws are passed to leave you alone

If we criticize to prison we will go



Peddling your drugs, they pass me by

Mass immigration is a viscious lie

The clock ticks on, your time is running out

We are gonna win and I can't see any doubt