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
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan, But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan Now As-Salamu
Mr. Madman I was out For not long Three lusty women Walked me home When they left, they Called me Mr. Madman My head is constantly spinning And my world
Lloyd] Okay, ooohhh baby I be stuck to you like glue baby Wanna spend it all on you baby My room is the g-spot Call me Mr. Flinstone I can make your bedrock
't hear nobody disagreein' Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi Chorus So don't spend yo whole life livin' it for the white You got a 9 to 5 and
(feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! With
child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white
-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black
n-ggas sunni They burn on every block, Snitches aint got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don't land on it Mr
burn on every block, Snitches aint got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
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
every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt? i aint buying ur shit no more i swear, need the stickey icky green with the bright white glare. "keep
damn thing Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin And if they didn't know me right now Then they'll never ever ever ever know me (Mr.Cee) So
a human chain While the orphanages overflow The children playing in the acid rain Change the channel, God's right hand man Says send him money or I'll burn
