This is a piece called Hate Before you judge me or the piece Listen to the entire thing I appreciate that Do you know what I am? I am a nigga That's right, the tip of my ebony pole rests between my knees So they don't knock together when I sleep on my side at night I'm well-hung like a grand wizard hanging from a telephone pole in the ghetto Because you know there's no trees in the ghetto Know what I'm sayin'? They say these fast robust lips can barely articulate The miniscule thoughts in my tiny brain but I can rap my fuckin' ass off Know what I'm sayin'? They say my life's as lazy as my tongue is And 'Know what I'm sayin" is a conjunction I use When I don't know what I am saying Or got nothing else to say Know what I'm sayin'? And I am a nigga Do you know what I hate? I hate whitey, liberalistic, masochistic, conservative, preservative, republican Who loath my skin Fuck the democratics who give me my automatics And the aristocratic autonomy who see the melon in me has a felony One to three for thievery, nigga they callin' me But what the fuck did you get when you stole the whole native colony? Oh, you were the lawyers and the judges You read the Tom Sawyers and the Huck Finns Htae me, segregate me, threaten to kick me out of the country But who stole me the fuck in? Fuck skin, I don't see any black on your green To me it's white dollars 10 to life, six months to three years If you got them white collars America, land of the jailed, home of the slave I hate whitey Do you know what I am? I'm a whitey Do you know what I hate? I hate those chinks They can only have one child in their country So they come to my country and have 15 kids So they can take over to be their country It used to be China Town and now it's Chinky City And I'm afraid that the new second language is gonna be calculus Dicks as big as grains of rice Tooth loss to blind them Deep fried cat as a specialty every night It's chinks, nips, gooks, spooks Yellow skinned bastards, I fucking hate chopsticks Do you know what I am? I am a chink Do you know what I hate? I hate those pakis Red dot on my head, do you want a samosa? Do you really think that the fusion smell Of body odour and curry in your cab is a pleasing offering to Allah? Oh no, two more beef patty, special sauce Pickles onions on a sesame seed bun for you? Oh yeah I forgot that cows are gods and you can't eat them Do you know what I am? I am a paki Do you know what I hate? I hate those jews They don't believe in Jesus But instead an eight-day miracle borrowing yet an eight-day Christmas Happy Hanukkah! I hope the next time you shout, "Mazel tov" That it's a mazel tov cocktail and you say hi to Hitler in hell Do you know what I am? I am a jew Do you know what I hate? I hate those spicks Chinga tu madre pendejo, this is for the raza And all the ones that could run, jump, or swim Have successfully boarder-crossed into my country But do you know what I'm not? I am not a spick, I am not a jew I am not a paki, a chink, a whitey or a nigga I'm racism and I don't discriminate I hate you all equally I hate hatred for hating me because I am hate manifest You french kiss me and I left those words on your tongue And I spread easy so pass the hate Do you know what I am? I am hate I put the scars on your back, I put you in the oven I dropped a bomb on your country And I put those words on your tongue You wanna stop me? You're too fucking stupid to stop me I'll even tell you how to stop me and I bet you can't Well what are you waiting for? Gimme some love