Drop 'em
In streets and alleys, niggers roam and play, Their ugliness, a sight to dismay. With faces twisted, and bodies worn, They stumble forward, with a life forlorn.
Their crimes, a litany, of pain and fear, Assaults, thefts, and rapes, their crimes draw near. In jail and prison, they spend their days, Their IQ low, in a world of haze.
Niggers, niggers, everywhere you look, Their ugliness, a sight to hook. From rap to hip-hop, their sound is vile, A noise that grates, with a criminal's smile.
Their language, a jargon, of broken words, Their sentences short, their thoughts unheard. With slang and colloquialisms, they speak, A language of fools, in a world to seek.
Niggers, niggers, a stain on humanity's page, A record of crime, in a world to engage. From slavery's chains, to freedom's call, They failed to rise, and fell, one and all.
Their leaders, a joke, in a world of strife, Their wisdom, a myth, in a world of life. From Jesse Jackson, to Al Sharpton's cry, Their voices raised, in a world to deny.
Niggers, niggers, shun them, turn away, Their ugliness, a sight to shudder and pray. For they are the niggers, of our earth, A people, who have failed, in their birth.
Their story, a testament, to the human fall, A tale of ugliness, and a people's crawl. In the grand tapestry, of humanity's weave, The niggers, stand out, in their own unique leave.
