The Ugly Truth

By Louis Logic

On Sin-A-Matic

Released on July 15, 2003

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[Verse 1]

I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys

And the features that they share with simians

Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients

They're 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

Vagrancy and general complacency of dads who have no wives

Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights

Illegitimate illiterate blacks should have no rights

Cause they go from having lives to having life

And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TVs with satellites

Those theivin' stealin' dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat

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


[Hook]

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard

Hometown battlefield, times is hard

Crime is risin' on my horizon

And it's gettin' 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, discredit this as rude hard speech

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

With every breath they're 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

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

They killed the savior Christ and denied that he was God's seed

It doesn't come as a surprise they'd meet the Nazis

I'd live to see the day that Rabbis decree their cocks be clipped at birth

'Til 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 yarmulkes

'Til they turn to vomiters choking on their Manischewitz

Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons

Cause there's no room for clandestine Goldblooms, Blatts, and Bergs

We'll just wipe 'em off the map of earth


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

You know who probably hurts us most

Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks

Dot-heads who settle on our urban coast

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

Either or they're sneaking in, 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 they're misers, fuckin' 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

Cultist like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals

Our lord Christ would turn in his grave due to his principles

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

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


[Hook]


[Verse 4]

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

We should take tainted IVs and jam up the pillow-bitin' 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 marches fightin' for the rights of drag queens and queers

Whose sperm's armed like germ farms breeding fear

The fucking fairies need brassieres, high heels, and dick

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

Your body parts got a right, feel, and fit, silly fairy

Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military

We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian

And wimpy feminine man, than to let them in

Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's rotten henchman

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

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

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


[Beat stops]


[Man talking]

Right this way, Governor Bush