Louis Logic - The Ugly Truth Lyrics lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys

And the features that they share with simians

Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients

They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life

While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites

And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights

So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types

It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys

Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads who have no wives

Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights

Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights

Cuz they go from having lives to having life

And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite

Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat

And sail their monkey asses back to Africa

And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts

So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk

[Chorus]

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard

Hometown battlefield, times is hard

Crime is risin', on my horizon

And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job

A lot of folks say that the times is changing

But the more things change, the more they stay the same

And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know

[Verse 2]

Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech

Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap

With every breath their breathing through large beaks

They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats

What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men

Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them

They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed

It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's

I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth

'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works

We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah

And smother out their breath and words with yamakas

'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz

Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons

'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms

We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

You know who probably hurts us most

Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks

Godheads who settle on our urban coast

I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and restaurants

Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws

Treatin' them like real Americans when after all

These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs

And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry

Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers

The law provides us with no means of protection

Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception

And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply

Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high

Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals

Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles

The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons

I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones

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[Verse 4]

I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease

We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks

And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag

No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that?

We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers

Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear

The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick

The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick

Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy

Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military

We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian

And wimpy feminine men than to let them in

Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen

But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions

Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan

And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration

[Beat stops]

[Man talking]

Right this way, Governor Bush