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Often high..thrives in Jail..his welfare cheque is in the mail.. Some 40 offspring have been had..not one will ever call him Dad.
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| And yet he hollers day and night: | |
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| I blames de whiteman for my plight! It's him that spreads trash all round my shack... | |
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| It's him what makes me smoke dis crack, he push my kind to burn and loot.. and sends da police dat we shoot! | |
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| But inch by inch we takin hold, like which de white bread starts to mould. We'll overrun your homes, and soon: | |
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| We be only fit fo de blackassed coon! | |
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