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This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which so happens to be my favorite kind of people.
You know... the ones that... you know, you're standing next to them, and all of a sudden it gets dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

people
I'ma steal your
You hide your wallet
Cause I'ma that too
people
Hey

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black
(Seriously, all of us are related)

I ran an old amigo named Juan Luis
The Mexican me "Apple" cause we both hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took that in a way
But was he 'bout monkeys or the KKK?

We get sunburnt, just ashy knees
And we chew tobacco
But we will smoke
Puff, puff, pass like the train could,
And we can't "neighbor," so we call it "the hood"

And most of us will die with our finger on the
I guess that's why they say I'm just a little spear chucking, chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

They tried to keep us out the White again
But just all white houses, one of us broke in.

And and diapers is all we got
If you wear my favorite color then you might get shot...
(My color is purple, by the way.....)

A black came to me to bash my song
I told her, "All Blacks are Democrat, now me wrong."

people
I'ma steal shoes
You better hide wallet
Cause I'ma that too
people
Hey

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black
(And it doesn't have to be KFC, we like Popeye's too)

Hey, Hey.

(What's a black without any rap in it, right?)

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it always off that way, right?) Yo!

Rap

Now, a line between discriminating and not in different places
You are if you use the N-word, but if you're then you're not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, just not around black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that can,

Now, let me tell you a story, before America was stolen,
were two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The Indians were like caramel, the Po One's like sharpies,
I guess why they call them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies.

The Indians had all the horses, land, turkeys, the
The Po killed their horses, took their hair and their penises,
But uh..there's not really a to this story though,
Except that we will your goodies, and that is how the story goes.

Black
steal your shoes
You better hide your
I'ma take that too
people
Hey

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black

Black
'72,
Going making cheap cars
than you
Black
(Ok, you admit... we do have some nice rims though, right?)

people
Front Porch
With a and a banana,
"Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!"
Black
(Sholl' Iz!)

Hey, Hey!

(This is probably the most racist song I've ever written....but if you laughed, you're racist too. So I feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)