Rasta junkie on his beat
He wears his gold, for crockery
Selling his drugs to poison our kids
Alien produce bought from the Yids

n_____! I hate your face!
Don't try mess with the Master Race!

So many times I saw you
Dealing death, it's what you do
Laws are passed to leave you alone
If we criticize to prison we will go

peddling your drugs, they pass me by
Mass immigration is no viscious lie
The clock ticks on, your time is running out
We are gonna win and I can't see any doubt

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