Anger Lyrics

Anger! Hostility towards the opposition! 187 L.A. trademark,
don't come to the killing fields if you ain't got no fucking
heart, cuz WILLIE, IRA and DARYL will get you - got you -
fucked up and dead will be the way you walk. Damn right, I
hate L.A. swine with a passion GEE cuzz my pops was killed by
the fucking L.A.P.D. Yes they killed my daddy! Yup they killed
my daddy! And if I don't blast 'em back , you know they gonna
fucking kill me, do me like they did NATASHA, back turned from
a gat hollow tip to the dome they got ya. April 29, L.A. swine
not guilty, fools down for the payback on Florence and Norman-
dy. Anger! Coming straight from the L.A. concrete, true blue
motherfucker about for generations deep. But who's the real
motherfucker though, and what does that fake know about mot-
herfucking South Central? Fool! What you know about a set or a
sign , you fake motherfucker? Never ever seen a nine. But if I
catch you slippin' punk, I'm gonna fade ya cuzz set ain't down
with that getto perpetraitor. Anger! April 29, Florence to
Normandy! Jack for my human rights and ya catch a PUU PUU!