I'm a fire frowning mountain with big tall rocks,
don't count your chickens before they're cocks.
Oooh I've got the big black feet,
I'm the new black host of sesame street.
So don't listen.
keep sippin' on your soda,
you're one of those silent talking tippy-toeing motha's.
My puppy,
was born without life,
he's a dead looking pup with sand in his eyes.
So, creamsicle,
sickle-cell anemia,
runs in black blood.
Bling, blam, luekemia.
So come into my store you naked black boy,
you have a choice of duck sauce or soy.
Naked little babies are ugly like the dickens,
I'll suck the cluck right out of your chickens.
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