Bet the fool's been waiting all day
to come drip his poison feed
a slave trader offspring now reduced
yearning for inglorious days
sliming mantra of divide and rule
hey, Slave Drive, you are not like those others
I can see you are different
Uncle Tom, now that one is a better class of Darkies
now ya'll go flog those darkies and keep them in line
cause you're different not like em picaninis
hey, the Slave Drivers says ya'll are animals
and Uncle Tom says ya'll smell like ****
yeah. pit em against each other, they're all dumb mongoose
Mister Compound Fool
come drip your poison again
and I can pretend I don't know how you and your gang of drips
manipulated a decent being and flipped them
into doing your heinous biddings
I'll also pretend that I don't know
the joke's on you
For some are smart enough to walk easy street
at your expense
while nodding to take the money
they spit and curse you behind your back
Hey Mr Compound Fool what else have you got to drip
Fancy a midnight tryst to Italy
we could catch a Rainbow or two
what do you say, my dear pink ***** with the small ****