("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...")

I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind
Damn his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin' but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin
N***as ain't buyin', ya story, bore me
Tearin' up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it
But all you can call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
N***as had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me, 'cause you know what?
We woulda to' this muthafucka up

Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the n***as will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin' up dust is a must