That ******' N-worder that holier-than-thou grass the blameless goody-two shoes the yuppie black so correct going places well, we've got him and his chicken legs wife
We called in the gang its the hatch-job per excellence when guilty as sin the defense is to discredit to lie, to twist, to defame, to throw mud thick and fast you all heard the saying, give a dog a bad name and hang him
Sooty never stood a chance our gang know the demography our race will always stand by our sides our testimonies are to be believed, theirs are not why you think prisons hold a disproportionate cargo of them
Who is to now Sooty did no wrong decent calm friendly man with not a bad bone is painted a fierce-tempered vile monster untamed he was standing up to our intimidation, extortion and bullying we won't admit we stole, riled and provoked him to react that way
We are thieves and gangsters we prey on people who tow the line and if they dare resist we bring them down and if they are black we can rely on solidarity in pointy hats that and our forked tongues has brought down Nations and people