Testi:
Burning Heads Mr White

hey mr white, your master race stinks hey mr right, mr "think he got the answer" in anyplaces, in anycases and situations why don't you shut up for a

limited edition We are now accepting callers for the pendant key chains To resist it is useless It is useless to resist it His cigarette is burning But

from the cellular Well I'm the Nasal on the scene and fuck it I hate cream in my coffee, so take your fuckin redneck off me Concerning that Mississippi, stop that fuckin Burning

And y'all lame niggaz hear we on some other shit Off white soft white as long as it's butter shit Burn, yay, you earn, you straight You earn, we take

better grip on myself So I avoid gettin played short like a elf Bust her side bust her in the head That white ? yoke come runnin out his neck I'm tryin

Buried all my bones in the sands of the Motherland Our fate in the hands of the white man This involves more than separation The white population occupies

so don't even try and speak on how blacks, should turn the other cheek To hell with all y'all devils Ain't no love losses for no white crosses So what

doggs Behind the Walls [Kurupt] I'm like you wanna bang nigga, with yo bangin head You wanna hang like a G fool, hangin head Where all the gangstas at

Southside in the houseee... Grimey nigga on deck, more sex, more money, more sket We on it nigga, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars White diamonds