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[Verse 1:]
Yo, I raise my fist for revolution, extend my middle finger slow
If you don’t show respect, yo violence is the only thing I know
It’s in my family’s history, they’re souls still live in me
I’m from Autzwitz, Darkou, and Trablonka, not Italy
So no, I don’t love this country, this country funded that
Those numbers on my grandpa’s arm are from IBM and that’s a fuckin’ fact
Stuck with rats, starvin’ to death, while teacher’s get filled
With my grandpa’s brothers and sisters they killed
I wish I could build a time machine, so I could get to sit
With the S.T.D. infested junkie injecting peasant shit
You see this knife, I’ll chop your head off with it
If I see a Swastika tattooed on you, even if I end up dead for it
It would be effortless, the hatred in my heart will never die
I swear to god, that’s the only reason that I even exercise
So I don’t care if you Semper Fi, Bruce Lee, or Brock Lesnar
I’ll put the sword to your fuckin’ toe, and apply pressure
[„I was brought to uh, made alive
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