Last Train To Hicksville

The trains on time and I’ve got my nine
A mission, I need my ammunition
Nothing could be sweeter than my nine millimeter
A mission. A mission, I need my ammunition

Hitler had a Luger
I got a Ruger
A mission, A mission
I need my ammunition

I don’t like niggers
I don’t like kikes
I hate sissy faggots
And their jap bikes

Uncle Tom in a suit
Your the one I’m gonna shoot
Listen to me scream and shout
Kill em' all, let god sort em' out

The trains on time and I’ve got my nine
A mission, I need my ammunition
Nothing could be sweeter than my nine millimeter
A mission. A mission, I’m on a bloody mission

I don’t like chinese
I don’t like whities
No, I ain’t no felon
Gemmie a box of black talons

He don’t care about your chicken squats
Listen to his cat talk

So many assholes
Not enough ammo
Look out, here he comes
Blah blah blah blah blamo