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Hello, this is Sally Smothers
Like me you probably noticed that in America our inner cities Are filled with people who call a sewer grate home And some can't remember their last meal The luxuries most of us have worked our whole lives to obtain Will most likely never be experienced by these, less fortunate souls Howdy folks, John Neighborly here We in the Mojo family would like you to join in the fight to help these people Our progressive out-reach program starts with bringing the want ads section From local newspapers to the attention of these victims Then we begin kicking them and screaming Get a fucking job you bums! You make me sick! I want to kill you! We feel that our radical techniques have motivated our less fortunate citizens As well as provide a much needed tension release for our over taxed population. For more information, please call a Hate Breed group at 827- |
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| 2. |
| 3:16 |
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Hello, this is Sally Smothers
Like me you probably noticed that in America our inner cities Are filled with people who call a sewer grate home And some can't remember their last meal The luxuries most of us have worked our whole lives to obtain Will most likely never be experienced by these, less fortunate souls Howdy folks, John Neighborly here We in the Mojo family would like you to join in the fight to help these people Our progressive out-reach program starts with bringing the want ads section From local newspapers to the attention of these victims Then we begin kicking them and screaming "Get a fucking job you bums! You make me sick! I want to kill you!" We feel that our radical techniques have motivated our less fortunate citizens As well as provide a much needed tension release for our over taxed population For more information, please call a Hate Breed group at 827-HATE and thanks for your support |
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| 3:29 |
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What started as a vision
Became my struggle and my mission Just a simple plan a simple band And I always said I can Never allowed our exploitation To have a global domination Just a simple plan a simple band And we stole the ball and ran When the cards are stacked against me And my heart is full of envy I'm feeling wiser as the days go by It's the game I play Me and my boys we set the tone With a decade in our pocket we saw the World and always rocked it We never doubted never pouted And had the competition scouted Always maximized our potential Growth rate always exponential We never doubted never pouted And left the competition routed |
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| 5. |
| 3:52 |
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It's time for me to raise that dead man
You must be going right out of your mind Surprise me, you picked a hell of a time You must despise me, the words I can't find It's just me, hate machine by design Lessons in respect could be easily achieved A blow to the head, down 1-2-3 You could get up, stand up, fight for your life A left and a right, then out go your lights It's my life, my time and time for you to recognize That pay backs from way back can Hurt you like a motherfucker Inside, outside, prepare for some retribution My path is set and hell's comin' with me It's time for me to raise the dead man You're just standing there got Piss runnin' down your leg You bleed real nice and you're too proud to beg Now your thoughts are turning toward Obtaining a weapon You didn't buy the last one so don't Hesitate for a second AR 15 and my Glock 40 cal Converted Tech 9, now who's your favorite pal I'd rather carve your heart out With a dull rusty knife And when it's all over, bigger fishes fry tonight |
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| 3:57 |
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Slit the wrist, the devil's kiss evil days it slips
I loathe them and hate them for Their sickly toxic presence For the country I love they Show no god damn reverence No character, no pride A man without a sense of dignity Collectivist mindset, a danger to our liberty I feel the need to kill the seed To bleed the breed of this disease Happiness and ignorance as long As he can pay the rent Until the day that freedom's gone Utopian society, a welfare state for you and me Until the day that freedom's gone I smell it, I taste it It runs through my blood, I'm free I see the fear in your eyes I'm not afraid to bleed Survivalist of the apocalypse Fingertips my freedom grip |
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| 2:01 |
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An open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson
We, the members of the Mojo family, feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader of the black community are in fact detrimental to the very people you claim to represent. We also feel that as a result you do much to undermind the well-being and harmony of the United States as a whole. You kind of work for the advancement of the black community and you speak from a position that the black population cannot advance itself socialy, politically or economically because an immovable object, the white establishment, forever blocks its path Yet you preach further support such as welfare and affirmative action that put members of the population in a position of dependancy and reliance on the establishment You bask in the glow of the media spot light, you passionately decree that racism and prejudice are alive today as they were four hundred years ago, but does this do anything to reverse it's effect? No one with the intellegence will deny that a great atrocity was commited against the black race at the hands of white settlers of this country, but a wound cannot heal if it is continuously re-opened That is to say, that it will heal but it will take much longer and the scar it leaves will be grotesque and raise high on the skin A true leader leads by example and the example you have shown is not one of stregnth of character, self-reliance, commentment to excellence or personal accountability It's these traits that are necessary to advace oneself as an individual It is only as strong curagous and moral individuals that any race can live the quality of life that it chooses We give our deepest respect to the true leaders: Alan Keys, J.C. Watts, Tony Brown, and Dr. Walter Williams Men who never deny their heritege but are proud to be first and foremost a part of the human race |
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| 4:23 |
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All in the name of war
We crave it, we need it We watch it on our TV sets We wage it, we breed it Then spilling blood with no regrets Senorita glad to meet ya' We kill your people as we greet ya' Our wars define our place in time Resolved by feud for all mankind Man's destiny Man's suffering Fuck it! Give war a chance Embedded internal We know that it's our destiny Internalized paralyze The thirst for war, the killing seed In the jungle by the river Death for sale We will deliver Our wars define our place in time Resolve by feud for all mankind |
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| 5:03 |
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I feel it comin' down
I see it all around me Must break the cycle down Will we ever see the truth It's an apocalyptic time An apocalyptic era Days of autmn near Hands shake in terror Quivering, shivering, it's the start of the ice age A hate, fear mixture starts the public outrage 123 class warfare the enemy Fueling the fire with a single parent family Disbelievers turn to welfare receivers Underachievers, currupted leaders I feel it comin' down Let their heads roll I feel it comin' down Now who sold their soul Spent your life all chilled-out on sedatives The common man doesn't even know his congressman Simple man, simple mind, a cog in the sprocket So stay in your boat and don't try to rock it Get up, stand up, put up or shut up Time is now so run before the door shuts You're only free if your open to see Without a flag and a gun there's no liberty Have some pride and you'll be all right Search inside and you'll be all right See the sign and you'll be all right Break the binds and you'll be all right |
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| 3:23 |
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This lesson starts with some wisdom
A king must build himself a kingdom Predatory instinctive, creature admired And my people's teacher An Alpha male with a focus Easily angered like a swarm of locust Affiliation to no groups or milita Like a sniper, I won't miss ya Fruitless attempt to be a man, you don't understand No pride, no respect Where you stand defines the man So put yourself in check The one is here now bow down, you want to be like me Live it - love it - be it You want to be like me King of kings so step off You want to be like me The one is here now bow down Sketchy twitchy little person Woody Allen, a famous version Of what this tale is about Heed the word and shut the mouth Go and hide run for shelter Forget your girl, you couldn't help her Strong surviving, the weak be eaten Rise up or start retreating A jelly fish in stature Focused on things that just don't matter A skinny, pathetic, gutless creature Respected like a molesting preacher Lonely, and it's the best thing for ya' Family, but they all deplore ya' Search to find that deep inside There's no place to hide |
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| 3:19 |
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I watch you be consumed by your own weakness
It's a sickness and I've been a witness No pride no respect the image you project It's a sickness and I've been a witness The sickness inside of you It eats you deletes you The haze that you live in It rapes you it breaks you I watch you travel down the path of evilution Your words they sicken me Where's the solution The life you lead is soulless pollution You seem to live your life in total confusion Step up, you can front if you want to You're a slave and a slug to your favorite drug You're half a man, your own biggest fan I often visualize this world Without your filthy presence And I stand pissin' on your grave Without a sense of reverence A disease of society Stranger to sobriety You're half a man, your own biggest fan |
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| 1:59 |
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Events of recent history indicate that Americans are setting a course
for the end of their own great nation. The ever growing trend in this country is to judge people, not by their individual character, but by their identity as a member of a specific group No one has ever succeeded or failed in life as a result of their group affiliation A person's success or failure is also not based on luck, but on the sum total of the decisions that they have made. Those who succeed do so through good work ethic and their wise use of their power to choose The opposite is true for those who fail The ideals of individual accountability and responsibility in the United States are dying everyday. A gun cannot be responsible for a death, just as a shovel cannot be responsible for digging a ditch Both are only tools, that have no will of their own Responsibility is an adjunct through conscious choice and is the price we pay for freedom Freedom is also a tool It is an essential tool needed by human beings if they are to prosper, rather than to merely survive. Yet there are those who would rather trade their freedom for security Some believe that it is the responsibility of government to provide for you In truth, we form government to ensure and protect the freedom that is already inherently ours |
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| 3:07 |
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| 3:43 |
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I live for the hunt
I thirst for the kill I lust and I eat I sleep where I will Love the thrill - take the pill Standing still and growing ill Gun owner and I carry Carjack proof so punks be wary Seeds we sew - to and fro Compromised and here we go Only the righteous on the light side Changing seasons along for the ride I search for purpose, do you? Fear surrendered Walk the line, come one and do it Walk the line, don't act like you knew it I can be a motherfuckin' dick Got a temper and it'll flare up real quick Talk the shit - run the lip Nervous tick - hear the click Emperor of this world King of the planet Sinner by trade Creature by habit Have the gall - climb the wall Want it all - never fall |
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