First case, a mothaf**in cop wants to see if he can get away with beating up a n***a with a Glock
But now I am the judge and the jury, a punk devil trying to tell his long a** story
The statistics are different, now you'll be a casualty
Your luck just ran out, no more police brutality
Any crime committed against a black means d**h
The tables are turned and slavery is in effect
But this time it's for the white man and his family
Now it's my turn to pay him back for the damage he did to my people
Now there ain't no equal justice
And when I think about a devil's life
Well f** it
So I ain't even jiggle there's no way you could be saved
And no more sh** will I take from a caveman
One night further then the next night's move came up
Cause you can't undo it's locked tight
But now look at you
You want me to free you
Learn the f**ing alphabet A B C you
So long white boy you lost the right
I sentence you to the electric chair
Next case
Second case
A little girl's k**ed by a Korean a** b**h
Over an orange juice that wasn't even spilled on the counter
But yes, she got smoked
The hoe is in my court room with her family
Huh, what a joke
She's crying like a b**h
Well, she don't know that don't sway me
She think she can get away with this, the b**h is crazy
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Straight for the chair, her last drink will be an orange juice
That just goes to show you that we're black don't mean we're stupid
All the stuff I'm talking bout is all the sh** that you did
For some odd reason we can't come into your stores
And buy an orange juice cause you think all blacks are poors
But your a** wouldn't be rich if not for blacks
Just so we tell, ramen hoe, straighten out your facts
I have no remorse, no sympathy for no Korean taking the life of a black human being
A teenager, age 15, that's even worse
Here's a little notice, b**h, gone her in the hearse
Step into my courtroom and I'll pinch you in your face
d**h to anyone who's k**ed a black
Next case
Bailiff, please bring me in the last one
A n***a beat and k**ed a man with a sawed off shotgun
Tell me what was the reason, he whistled at my wife
He was only 18 but the fact that he was white
So me and my buddies got a lynch mob together
We got bats, chains, whips or whatever
We knew we didn't need then we whooped his honky a**
To teach him not to whistle at my queen when he walks past
But it got out of hand when the redneck tried to run
So I guess that means you gonna sentence me to murder one
What you did ain't really nothing so unnecessarily
Cause we never said you could make out our identity
Since they are fallen they're going through what we all went through
Choose between d**h or probation, one of the two
Blacks have taken all abuse in court, now it's their turn
You get five years probation
Court is adjourned