| It is absolutely silly, and unproductive
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| To have a funeral for the word «nigga»
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| When the actions continue.
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| We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters
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| Not a funeral for niggers
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| Cause niggers — DON’T DIE
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| Uh, yeah.
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| Yo, I’m creepy and crawlin', in your sink and your toilet
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| I be drinkin' from your spit, anything cause I’m all less
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| An insect with four legs; |
| people come in, I fake dead
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| Correction: I got eight legs, climbin' on top yo' plate, bed
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| Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food
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| Stale food that’s molded, a roach is what I am, fool
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| The ghetto is my land, fool, I’ma never be able to
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| Fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath
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| Your sneaker, pitiful creature, I’m not afraid of
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| Your pesticide or RAID cause, in heaven’s my Creator
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| I love it when the light’s off, eatin' from same knives, forks
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| From, any man’s dinner, see my antennas
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| You can’t win, you can’t stand the crunchy sound I make
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| If you squash me, learn to live with me
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| How much your roach motel costin' you in the city?
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| But yo, we everywhere, check your house good, I bet we there!
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| Look there!
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| Niggers are like roaches — they’re never gonna go away
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| Learn from them what we should not become
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| Cause niggers — DON’T DIE |