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SOMETHING THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD NEED TO READ....

Posted: 21:09:03 - Aug 12 2005

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THOU IT IS VERY LONG TO READ PLEASE READ IT AND REPLY. YOU MAY HAVE TO READ IT MORE THEN ONCE TO GET IT'S TRUE MEANING....IT'S BY A CANADIAN HIP HOP ARTIST **KYPRIOS**....IT'S ALL ABOUT RASICM...PLEASE READ IT AND LEAVE A MESSAGE....AGAIN READ IT TWICE...CAUSE IT'S DEEP.....AND SOMETIMES MISUNDERSTOOD......





"Do you know what I am? I'm a Nigger. That's right, the tip of my ebony pole rests between my knees so that they don't know 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, cause you know there's no trees in the ghetto. Know what I'm sayin'? They say these fat robust lips can barely articulate the the minuscule 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 saying is a conjunction I use when I don't what I'm saying or I got nothing else to say.. know what I'm sayin'? And I'm a Nigger. Do you know what I hate? I hate whitey. Liberalistic, masochistic, conservative preservative republican so love my skin - fuck the democratics who give me my automatics and the aristocratic autonomy who see the melanin in my as a felony, one to three for thievery ***** 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, hate me, segregate me, but who stole me the **** in? **** skin? I don't see any black on your green, to me, it's white dollars, ten to life = six months to three years if you got them white collars. American - land of the jailed, home of the slave. I hate whitey.



You know what I am? I'm whitey. Do you know what I hate? I hate Chinks They can only have one child in their country so they come to my country and have fifteen kids so they can take over and it will be their country. It used to be Chinatown and now it's Chinkcity, and I'm afraid the new second language is going to be calculus. The white man is going to be put on reserves and only allowed to occupy corner stores, which will now become driver schools so that they don't die on the road. Half as big as grains of rice, tooth floos to blind them, deep-fried cat is the specialty every night. It's the yellow-skinned bastards. I fucking HATE chopsticks.



You know what I am? I'm a Chink Do you know what I hate? I hate Paki's. Red dot on my head. Do you want a samosa? Do you really think the fusioned smell of body odour and curry in your cab is a pleasing offering to Allah? Oh no, two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun for you? Oh yeah, I forgot that cows are gods and you can't eat them. They say you wipe your ass with your hand but, c'mon, you sneak a couple wipes with that filthy turban, right?



Do you know what I am? I'm a Paki. Do you know what I hate? I hate Jews. They don't believe in Jesus but instead an eight-day miracle of oil and get an eight day Christmas. Happy Chanukah. I hope the next time you shout mozzletov, that it's a molotov 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 Spics. Chinga tu madre pendeho and all the ones could run, jump, or swim have successfully border crossed into my country.



Do you know what I'm not? I'm not a Nigger, a Jew, a Paki, a Chink, a Whitey, or a Spic. 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-kissed me and I left those words on your tongue and I spread easy so pass the hate.



Do you know what I am? I'm hate. I dropped the bomb on country, I put the scars on your back, I put you in the oven and I put those words on your tongue. Do you want to stop me? You're too fuckining stupid to stop me. I'll even tell you how to stop me and I bet that you can't. Well, what are you waiting for? Give me some love."