The cosmopolitan brigands are frothing
Jim Crows in lamentations

casting incantations from their regressive mutations
bristling hackles to shackle

blinding light from a stout Royal Oak is maddening
pointy hatted cripples rides

The Black Orlov glistens blamelessly in crosshairs
the crazed play paddy rollers

living ghosts in agitations quaking in night terrors
a pure pedigree sickens them

Lucifer Liliths' n' Machiavelli hold the burning crosses
in pits their spawns hide in hoods

their hatred 'n discontents their punishment n' sorrows
the bane of their lives black Royalty