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| Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:06 am
Post subject: Re: PRESIDENT KNOWS THE SECRET OF 'A GOOD NIGGER' |
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Jack wrote:
| Quote: | [some jerk -who cares] wrote:
Bush didn't move fast on this one because he knows the only good
nigger is a dead nigger. Nawleans in the future will be a great city
after they clean up the fucking yard apes bringing down the property
values.
SheeeUTTT! They got aingliush dowt eeoosaidge, an' they got eeoosaidge
dowt aingliush. Nayuxt thang yer now, thay gonna havvumsayl sum grayumuh.
[Yuh - I fiddled with the fups, and with the subject. Seemed worth doing.]
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NIGGER WHAT?
NIGGER WHO?
NIGGER WHAT?
NIGGER WHO?
NIGGER WHAT?
NIGGER WHO?
NIGGER WHAT?
NIGGER WHO?
Can I hit it in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough?
Or even worse, if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings bitches kill fo'
would you still roll with me?
If we couldn't see the sun settin' off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't an 8-figure nigger by the name of Jigga
would you come around me or would you frown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic,
would you put your two lips on my wood and kiss it?
Could you see yourself with a nigger working harder than 9-5?
Then 10-6, two jobs just to survive?
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigger when his dough is low
Baby Boo, if this is so:
CAN I GET A FUCK YOU?
More money, more cash, more hoes! WHAT!
My coochie remain in a Gucci name
Never test my patience, nigger, I'm HIGH MANTENANCE!
I can't stand the rain, against my window.
Beep Beep--who got the keys to my Jeep?
Woooooooooooo! Begin! I sit on hills, like Lauryn.
Till the rain start comin' down pourin'.
Ohhh, ahh, sock it to me like you want to.
I can take it like a pro.
You know, I do a long flow like a backstroke
My hormones jumpin' like a disco,
I bee poppin' mess like some Crisco!
Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body wet.
Gonna make, gonna make your body scream out yes!
Gonna make, gonna make you think of naughty things,
like me on you and you on me, what's it gonna be?
Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body wet.
Gonna make, gonna make your body scream out yes!
Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body cream.
You gon' have wet dreams!
What, what, what, what's it gonna bee?!!!
I gotta clear these rumors--I got a headache and it ain't a tumor!
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