Cancion : The Ugly Truth
Artista : Louis Logic
Album : Sin-a-Matic (Deluxe Edition)
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-the-ugly-truth-de-louis-logic


[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


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