sun up down on the corner up town i turn around and hear the sound a voice is talking about who s gonna die next cause the white man s got a god complex silent niggas scream for help aah help me help me nigga make your own help shit you need it i turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playing in bars pimps parked outside in big pretty cadillac cars cleaner than a broke dick dog sitting in a big fine hog dressed very fine in a mohair silk vine but jim dale ll die next cause the white man s got a god complex hey brother what s your sport my man i got just the thing for you only costs ten and two what you gonna do baby i got black ones brown ones red ones yellow ones i even got a white one if you wanna buy some yeah that s right 2 50 8 play it straight i got it all worked out you know what i m talking about been reading my dream book ain t no way in the world a kid gon get took nigga what you mean i didn t hit nigga you full of shit lick dice uh now seven c mon be nice and hit eleven well what do you know it s little joe hey my man got twenty dollars say little joe don t blow ha baby needs a pair of shoes ah papa s got the funky blues ah mama plays the crossword in the news snake eyes sorry nigga you lose the line forms to the rear lady and i don t care if you never cash your welfare checks cause the white man s got a god complex  but i got ten babies i ain t got no man i ain t got no choice but to hold out my hand and feed my young ones the best way i can hey man what you mean no doubles on blackjack punk you better change that rule cause i ain t no fool you better be cool jim or you ll die next cause the white man s got a god complex hey my man uh i wanna cop a nickel bag you say all you got is skag wow that s a drag cause uh i don t wanna cop no dope is death next cause the white man s got a god complex hey baby where s the gig at tonight well there s one over at slick s for faggots and tricks there s one around graveyard s side of town that ll cost you a pound but if you don t know what i know you better pack your piece at least or you ll die next cause the white man s got a god complex mr stein i done paid enough rent for this pad to be mine but you just want to cheat me cause i ain t your kind damn can t you see the place is falling down no you can t dig it cause you ain t never around damn i m so poor i don t know what in the hell i m gonna do any more not from this day to the next cause the white man s got a god complex i m making guns i m making bombs i m making gas i m making freak machines birth control pills killed indians who discovered him kill the japanese with the a bomb killed and still killing black people enslaving the earth done went to the moon i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god i m god spelled backwards is dog 1