The Slave Owners Birthday Surprise

I'm the owner of a large plantation From generations has been passed down On my property, close to a hundred slaves Need I mention it's in the South My slaves all know their place Though I know they all love me Cause I don't beat them when I want I just beat them when I need, tied to the Whipping Tree Lately I've heard the slaves a whispering There's definitely something going on I'm pretty sure I know what it is My birthday's soon to come They must be planing for me a party I'll act surprised when that day comes They fall all over themselves to please me Not just because I'm the one that holds the gun So here it is my birthday I awake looking for my help They are nowhere to be seen Who's going to run my bath for me, I can't do this for myself Then it is that I remember About my big birthday surprise I run expectantly out to the front yard But find nobody in sight So I head down to their one room shack Where they all sleep on the cold dirt floor Readying myself for my birthday surprise I swing wide the wooden front door I see no cake, they sing me no song The surprise they have for me Is the noose they throw around my screaming neck As they hang me from the whipping tree