The mud brown child that's been given birth
The beating of your life is what it is worth
To satisfy your lust, well, you never did care
Your baby was born a mongrel, with African hair!
The culprit of producing a maleficient race
We will soon dispose of your shameless disgrace
Your villainous contempt is really well understood
Your futile cries of mercy will do ya no good!
You had to be sexually explored by countless black men
You continue to abide by this horrible trend
Fear strickened eyes are drenched with tears
Your feeble pleas will only fall upon deaf ears

My hands are around your neck
Your error is mine to correct
The air slowly dwindles away
Your defiled body, on the ground it lays

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