When I woke this morning, all I could see....
Was a bunch of dirty niggers playing in the street.
I just moved into this neighborhood and already it's been sacked,
full of kikes and the end of pikes and really nigger-stacked.
All I can hear is little nigger children play,
I can hear them laugh and hear them cry and its not what I wanted today.
My brothers in armbands have fallen at my feet.
You can claim hate nigger, but jails wont have us beat.
You'll go against an army, an army that can't be beat.
ZOG, dying today.
No more nigger children in the streets at play.
ZOG, gone tomorrow.
There will be blood, but no sorrow.
I hope to see the day where my children run free.
To see them growing tall, not slumping in poverty.
I hope to see the day, where all the niggers die,
where all the nigger fathers are dead, and there nigger children cry.
ZOG burning, I can smell the Jew bones,
the rotting of their flesh, as we bury them in holes.
ZOG burning, like the Klan cross.
We will be victorious. You will be at loss.
When I see a nigger, I hurl in disgust.
But when I see a ZOG, its his head I want to bust.
My Blood is red, and my skin fine white.
I serve under one God, and serve as his knight.
The Nigger and the Jew, they will die.
They will all burn in a fire, and make their children cry.

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