musing kennbivins

CLIK… Where my jiggas and darkies at? I’m about to drop the verse
Bend over limp dick monkeys and feel my terse until it hurts
Got the snub nose to yo’ flat nose, don’t care if it brings the po po’s
I hate who you reflect and I’m about to make yo’ toes cold
My momma was a moolingnon, my grandpa was a yoyo
Strange fruit swingin’ like the hate I’m bringin’, southside set of J Crow

Step wrong, mammy spook, you better come heavy ’round the waist
Lookin’ at me sideways mean you jemima’s bout to get a taste
You don’t want to roll against me else this sawed off kiss yo’ face
The furnace is deep enough that the cops won’t find a trace
House monkeys stay the porch while the real monkeys run the vine
You zulu mammies can’t hang with this, sellout crispies don’t know the time

Where my spades and jungle bunnies? I glorify the fiend
I am every desired flavor while you’re the black unwanted jellybean
Got love for my mammies and jemima’s though, got something to make them cream
Ain’t like them zulu tar babies, I done went and made a new team
My brother was a jigaboo, my sister went off to school
She’s forgotten where she came from, she’s forgotten she’s a fool… CLIK

Coons howl at the moon dancing with a broom while a silhouette plays the spoons
Broadcast Emasculation Tragedy signs fools for tunes less forty silvers and a mule.

(c) 2006 kenn