| When the United States of genocide
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| Decided to break free
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| They instilled a huddled mass
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| Of neuroses in me
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| Or maybe it was Palestine
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| With that wretched German dwarf
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| Who carved the need to self-preserve
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| To pander and perform
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| Wish I were a woman for
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| Their struggle is noble
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| But culture shock is all I’ve got
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| I’ve worn it through it all
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| As I give in and integrate
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| The Matrix breaks me down
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| The kyke will denigrate himself
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| For the amusement of the crown
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| (Oh, oh)
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| I’m just a sick little Injun
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| (I am, I am)
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| Whose graves were razed by tank engines
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| (I am, I am)
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| I’m just an African import
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| (I am, I am)
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| Whipped and bound as an export
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| I’m the Hebrew
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| They say to be a minority
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| Is melting in their pot
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| But this soup is foul, I wear a scowl
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| And pine for what I’m not
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| We make the best comedians
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| But sadly it’s no joke
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| Chop off the hand of Abraham
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| Before he slits my throat, oh, God, no
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| I am a waste of a bar mitzvah
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| And all of my חַיִּים I’ve been sad
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| Oy, a שלעמיל, a שלימזל
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| Buried underneath spires of Babel
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| I want to go back home
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| Pleased to meet you
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| I’m the Hebrew |