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They came from the other side
In bunches at a time
Crowding up the neighborhood
To raise the rates of crime
Some of them got money
Most of them got shit
All they do is come here
To take from our pockets
Import, import, imported society
Import, import, imported society
Import, import, imported society
Import, import, imported society
Don't you fucking see
That you bother me
Genocide
You can't hide
So go home now
Don't come back
Take your goat
Get on your boat
I hate imports
I don't want to hear their shit
I hate imports
Cause I'm just so sick of it
I just want to
Live my life without you fucking assholes
And I want to
Never see your ass again
Import, import, imported society
Import, import, imported society
Import, import, imported society
Import, import, imported society
Hindus and Ethiopians
You know they're all the same
A huck a buck of Indians
They're all so fucking lame