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
n*****! 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