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The Master (Part 2)

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The Master (Part 2)

 Fellow African-Americans Please Don't Get Offended...This Is Purely Fictional

...Sitting comfortably in the shade, I'm trying to relax
Muscles aching from whipping 20 blacks on their backs
Teach them White Power
For the last 2 hours
Had to get some air because the stench of them is sour
I could offer them a bath, but they don't deserve one
They disobey, get bathed with bullets from a shot-gun
Exactly how the world should be, the Colored are slaves
They won't dare run away, who's that brave
This world ran by Whites
Other races have no rights
No disputes, disagreements, arguments, no fights
We spit on them for slacking on the job
Teasing them with a fishing hook in hand, on the end is a corn on the cob
We should start a revolution, the KKK
Is the force necessary, we have control of the blacks anyway
The Ku Klux Klan, yea, the name sounds good to me
Told mother the Lord put slaves on this Earth for you and me
Hear their screeches in the air
I don't even care
Killing their families because of complexion, is that fair?
Of course it is, because we thrive in segregation
Kill em without hesitation
Raping the pretty black girls so I don't need masturbation
The ones that dare be rebellious, we lynch them, hang them from trees
We are the Masters we love to be pleased
Like bringing the colored on ships from across the waters
The joy and pleasure of seperating mothers, fathers, and daughters
If we have a bad day, we can just line their tails up for slaughter
Give them food, why even bother?
Nickname them raccoons 
It gives me giggles to know some will die from starvation soon
Ruthless brutality
Make them feel reality
Cold-hearted and merciless
For these raccons we are love-less
Helter Skelter is what I follow
Which is more than our motto
It's a way of life 
So I grab my knife
Cockiness engulfs me as I approach a coon's wife
To me she kinda purty
My wife is gonna hurt me
I touch her left arm, she swung the shovel
I got a scrape
Should I rape her, I have a better idea instead...
(Rip) Off with her head

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  1. Date: 8/20/2009 12:20:00 PM