White Racist In Blackface

[desiresjab]

Before you start, let me just say this:
You will not make algebraists of us,
Honky, try as you may;
We work best behind a dinner tray.

Some brothers be calling for a protest
Against the white police who crush our skulls.
It's getting so a man can't shoot someone
Without the interference of those fools.

After hours a man expects to recreate,
And stay the hell away from family.
I dodge all five of my baby-mamas—
Them b!tches is plum full of nigga hate.

Yo, it's myself I feel like obeyin';
Nine to five are hours I like to sleep,
So fûck that MacDonald's sh!t,
You know what I'm sayin'?

Powder, pussy and pool
Is the three P's of recreating, fool,
Unless vagrancy, vandalism and violence
Is how you get your grins.

One thing I got to do is rap.
This boy got the joy, Elroy;
Words to me is just a toy
Cocked and aimed at your kneecap.

What better way to end the day than snatch,
Fresh and smooth from its Brazilian wax?
But is there any b!tch not trying to catch
My @ss for brat support, I just have to axe?

Oooohhh, we gwang ream your b!tches now—
We done got ours camel-humped,
But white girls is just a-squallin'
To keep our giant peckers pumped.

This motherfûcker is a queen bee,
Don't doubt me,
And it looks like one,
Stuffing honeycombs of projects
With a new generation.

I'm a-waitin' on their reparation
For how they done my Great, Great, Great, Great
Great, Great, Great Great Great granddaddy with slavery.
Damn, you know I be marginalized and culture-shamed—
All the rest of it.

An' now I hear you got some buildings
Named for old farts who penned
Some sh!t that ain't cool
An' sure don't amuse me.
Well, if you folks will excuse me,
I have a riot to attend.