The Avid Record Collector - The Ugly Truth lyrics

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The Avid Record Collector - The Ugly Truth lyrics

[Verse 1] I hate those filthy f**in' 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 b**hes' stomachs stay fat with parasites And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights So their ba*tard 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 f**in' 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 f**in' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat Sail their monkey a**es 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 n***a lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them They k**ed 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 co*ks 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, f**in' 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' f*gs' a** 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 s**m's armed like germ farms breeding fear The f**ing fairies need bra**ieres, 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 f*gs and dykes to join the military We'd be better off k**ing every b**hy 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