Correction Lyrics Bootlicker (Burn Baby Burn) by Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire

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A body’s always droppin
And all our babies’ watchin
They chase him down and blocked them off and they [?] while they shot him
First they chased us down, locked us up to profit off of cotton
And they chased us down, hung us up, then smiled while someone shot it (cheese)
The universe is listenin but the devils always plotting
So your prayers ain’t loud enough because he only talks in violence
A secret code of silence that they use to maintain dominance
Those votes don’t come with bullets so tell Biden f**k about it
If a ngga take your chain you go kill him in the streets that's crystal clear
Master put them chains on you give you a hundred years
The heaviest chains be the ones that you can see [?]
The ice so cold blind your third eyes’ optics
American pie ala mode and every bite’s rotten
They shot him on his couch while he was eaten haagen dazs
They even shot her in her sleep and she was out there savin lives
They shot Tamir for playin
He shot them just for prayin
Then the cops went out to cop them burger king with extra fries
The cops are kkk and they ain't even tryna hide
I went and caught the bigger k and then i got it super sized
I grab my vest up off the dresser lace my boots up extra tight
Kiss my wife and hold my daughter hope i make it through the night
But if i don’t, won't go out pleadin (please), I’ll go out squeezin (squeeze)
Just like Gavin Long and Michael X they both had valid reason
When you shackled in oppression color justifies your death
They yellin at you stop resistin with they knee upside your neck
And that's just some sh*t that i'm supposed to sit back and accept
f**k a check, ain't no rest until i get that crackers head, ngga

The klan no longer just wears white hoods and white sheets
But now the klan wears black robes and sits on the judge's bench to rule from the courtroom
The klan now wears blue uniforms carries a badge or a shield and a “legal”, quote-on-quote weapon
Two or three brothers so bad, im blind, I’m cript
Damn white men come you throw the guns under the damn car
Throw the damn guns in the bushes
He made [?] ...one peckerwood
I don’t ever hear about no drive-bys at the police station
I never heard of you shootin at the police station
And bustin on a cracker while they eatin dunkin donuts
You ain't got the heart, but you’ll kill your own

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