The fear
The fear of a black man dick the world's greatest fear

Scoopin' dee lop street hop that's all we do guess what America we love you step up west Africa we love you
Guess what UK we love ya we need you we singin' like Ms. Makeba not imperious lyricist but at the same time
Nas is impenetrable a menace to fools the description of who? I resent that a prince hat is my crown
My throne used to belong to where that north Korean Kim used to sit at they think a chimps a black man's ancestor
I think a pimp's a black man's ancestor just around the paragraph in the corner of my next word right next to the world greatest fear
The fear of the African black man's penis is [?] Sara Beth married Jesse Lee proud man he was mother like aunt Jemima
Black blue color skin a softness unmatched by anyone stern with her words that's mother black mother love her son Jesse
That old Jesse is a trip at the factory told the boss man that he quit he loved his cigarettes his beer and Sara Beth married less than a month
After they met Sara Beth was after the sex cute white darling pretty angel from the heaven she fallen such a perfect match
They both human they both knew when they got together be a bunch of eye screwin' whole bunch of 'how dare you' looks from the whites at the negro
Black chicks have fits at her and mandingo she's so liberal screams out in ecstasy 'cause sexually she gotta have a staff of Jesse Lee

The fear of the black man's penis (they tryin' to give it AIDS, they try to give it AIDS)
The fear of the black man's dick (they lie screaming rape, they lie screaming rape)
The fear of the black man's penis (can't hide it's in your face, America it's in your face)
The fear of the black man's dick (father of the place, all the ladies love the taste of the nigga)

They used to barb-a-que blacks cut off they genitalia killin' off the aborigines in Australia coldest shit I'm tryin' to tell ya
Daddies told his daughter stay away from the bucks they just want to impale ya 'cause she heard about what the myth is about our big heavy equipment
That some sisters might dismiss it ha ha yeah right you're right she probably ain't get a call the other night so fathers you should be scared
'Cause your little girl is bangin' down the door of my bedroom she tryin' to get inside of my fruit of the looms she hopes to have my heirlooms passin' down my grandfather's crown jewels
'Cause if we get around the world turns brown it's a fact they want a thug in 'em guess how many presidents had some black blood in 'em and this nation is a vast nation
So what was your fixation with castration color shouldn't matter with relations color shouldn't matter with life and love 'cause color never matters under the covers when the lights are off

The fear of the black man's penis (they tryin' to give it AIDS, they try to give it AIDS)
The fear of the black man's dick (they lie screaming rape, they lie screaming rape)
The fear of the black mans penis (can't hide it's in your face, America it's in your face)
The fear of the black man's dick (father of the place, all the ladies love the taste of the nigga)