Walkin’ down the lane to my daddy bae’s pad

Feelin’ cool and righteous cause I know I’m bad

Wait, I see a whitey. Is he followin’ me?

I bet he don’t like me here far as I c’n see

Those rednecks round here don’t believe we b’long

For that I’ll stop this cracker and show he be wrong

In fact, I’ll drop this crackah show him who be boss

Next time he see a black kid he gonna think a’ this loss

I’ll make him more spectful for my kind of folk

Here’s a punch in your face, look like y’ nose done broke

How ‘bout I bounce you’ head on this hard ass cement

Love the look of you’blood, and yo face is all bent

Now you show some respect, holy crap there’s a gun

I ain’t scared I’ll just take it

There’s a noise, I am done

I’m a soul now, a floater, and my body’s done gone

And I wonder, in this struggle which of us really won?

Now I think, now I know, should a’ just had a talk

Blew my stack, can’t come back, just a nice little walk

Thinkin’ enemies and Anger, he had hate, I would say

But since I was the hitter; whose hate was it, anyway?