White Pant Death Warrant

Blood - thirsty Agitators: Their leader's imitators; All the wild participants With their slogans for drunk chants And they all had pitch - Black pants: The first thing Black Union grants White's your doom just transparent, One's white pant one's Death Warrant! Thirst for fresh blood inherent, One's bleeding corpse to parent We're the Huge Elephants For no business with crushed ants What our legs do, too, to plants, Out of their tips forcing rants "Every new day never plans Your big cannots to us " cans!".