Unregistered
07-04-2020, 04:54 AM
Here it is, so the niggers can chimp out massively!
Lift ev’ry voice and ook,
‘Til earth and heaven puke,
Ring with the harmonies of Slavery;
Let Whites' rejoicing rise
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Ook an ook full of the lies that the nig truth has taught us,
Ook an ook full of the dope that the present has brought us;
Facing the setting sun of our new night begun,
Let us treeswing on ’til White victory is won.
Slavery the road we trod,
Better the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when uppityness had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our slewed feet
Come to the place for which our mammies ooked?
We have come over a way that with fears has been farted,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the niggers,
Out from the great White past,
‘Til now we stand erect at last
Where the White power of our bright star is cast.
Devil of our weary years,
Devil of our justified fears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy plight
Led us into the blight,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our slewed feet stray from the places, our Devil, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy paw,
May we forever crawl,
True to our Devil,
True to our native land.
Lift ev’ry voice and ook,
‘Til earth and heaven puke,
Ring with the harmonies of Slavery;
Let Whites' rejoicing rise
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Ook an ook full of the lies that the nig truth has taught us,
Ook an ook full of the dope that the present has brought us;
Facing the setting sun of our new night begun,
Let us treeswing on ’til White victory is won.
Slavery the road we trod,
Better the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when uppityness had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our slewed feet
Come to the place for which our mammies ooked?
We have come over a way that with fears has been farted,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the niggers,
Out from the great White past,
‘Til now we stand erect at last
Where the White power of our bright star is cast.
Devil of our weary years,
Devil of our justified fears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy plight
Led us into the blight,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our slewed feet stray from the places, our Devil, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy paw,
May we forever crawl,
True to our Devil,
True to our native land.