my soul’s been looted, bootlegged to kkkop,
stolen in the kkkhaos of a new millennium watts,
destrukkktion’s burning in the melting pot,
go tell somebody the sheriff's been shot…
and the president, kkkooked slowly, very slowly,
like pieces of white rokkk…smokkked, like niggers,
shooting at niggers, with somebody else’s glokkks…
smokkked, like forest wood, in the hood, on my
blokkk…
