The Ugly Truth Lyrics

The Ugly Truth lyrics

[Verse 1]



Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys



And the features that they share with simians



Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients



They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life



While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites



And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights



So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types



It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys



Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads who have no wives



Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights



Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights



Cuz they go from having lives to having life



And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite



Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a
boat



And sail their monkey asses back to Africa



And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts



So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk







[Chorus]



And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard



Hometown battlefield, times is hard



Crime is risin', on my horizon



And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job



A lot of folks say that the times is changing



But the more things change, the more they stay the same



And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know







[Verse 2]



Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech



Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap



With every breath their breathing through large beaks



They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats



What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men



Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them



They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed



It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's



I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth



'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works



We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah



And smother out their breath and words with yamakas



'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz



Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons



'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms



We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth







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[Verse 3]



You know who probably hurts us most



Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks



Godheads who settle on our urban coast



I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and
restaurants



Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws



Treatin' them like real Americans when after all



These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs



And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry



Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers



The law provides us with no means of protection



Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception



And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply



Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high



Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals



Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles



The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons



I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones







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[Verse 4]



I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease



We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks



And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag



No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that?



We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers



Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear



The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick



The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick



Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy



Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military



We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian



And wimpy feminine men than to let them in



Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen



But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions



Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan



And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration







[Beat stops]







[Man talking]



Right this way, Governor Bush