Artist: Willie D Album: I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier Song: Fuck Rodney King Fuck Rodney King in his ass When I see tha mothafucka I'ma blast Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back just like that Cause I'm tired of you good little niggas Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease When the black man built this country But can't get his for the prejudiced honky Rodney King, god damn sell-out On TV crying for a cop The same mothafuckas who beat the hell outcha Now I wish they would've shotcha Cause this shit is deeper than Vietnam And ain't no room for the Uncle Tom Let the white man dress you up and mess you up I wouldn't be suprised if he sexed you up Cause you look like a gay Letting them white folks tell you what to say But I'm glad that niggas stayed out of check Cause that's the only thing rednecks respect We don't want your welfare checks Nigga need a real job to buy a rolex And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things Fuck Rodney King! Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em Fuck that nigga! Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em Now the Negro National Anthem: "We shall overcome...we shall overcome..." Fuck all that singing I'ma be too busy swinging That's the problem with the black folks Always wanna bust a note And hold hands and form rallies And down niggas for fighting back in Cali I'm down with the niggas who's nexting Fuck all that god damn protesting So don't try to pull it 5th Ward niggas fight bullets with bullets Right between the eyes So you can keep your mothafucking Noble Peace Prize I said fuck Rodney King and I mean it And any mothafucka out there who resent it Cause didn't nobody set a fire for Willie D When the laws beat the fuck out of me Fuck Rodney King! Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em Fuck that nigga! Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em Fuck that nigga! Fuck that mothafucking sell-out hoe They need to beat his ass some mo' Fool talking about stop the violence When niggas can't even shit in silence I can't ride up the street with my homies without 5-0 all on me Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate Sweating Willie D since I'm a minority They fuck with me, I still got a lot of grudges It's high time that we take out some judges And some congressmen and senators who cheat us And all of these so called black leaders Like Craig Washington, nigga sound dense Trying to play both sides of the fence Brown nosing cause he was chosen By the whites to make niggas act right You can't lead the black struggle And be friends with the enemy, mothafucka While you trying to keep your fucking job Black folks getting robbed But when it's time for the revolution I'ma click, click, click, fuck this rap shit Cause money ain't shit but a grief If you ain't got no peace Gotta come on with it, get down for my little Willies So they con come up strong and live long And not to be scared to get it on...