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