Bobby from Southie wrote:
Recently, after a significant snowfall, I was driving down a rural
highway and I saw a bunch of nigger prisoners clearing storm drains
and
ditches. Watching over them were a couple of prison guards. There
was
a box of donuts on the hood of the transport vehicle, and each guard
had a cup of coffee. Each one also had a weapon.
The radio was playing "Sleigh Ride" by Leroy Anderson, a cheery
wintertime tune that's popular at Christmas. If you're unfamiliar
with
it, you can hear this song performed by the United States Air Force
band at
http://www2.acc.af.mil/music/holiday/
Suddenly, I had it in my head to write new lyrics for this classic
piece that tied-in with the good work that niggers are able to do
when
watched over by armed White Massas. But "Sleigh Ride" is a complex
song with a strong, repeated theme and two interludes that made
fitting
lyrics difficult. Yet as I worked my way through the meter and the
rhyme, I was sustained by the inspiration I received from seeing
disarmed violent chimps being put to work. That's a hearwarming
image,
isn't it? Indeed, it is!
And so, as a Christmas gift to all you White Massas and pet niggers
of
AFN, I present to you, "Christmas Chain Gang," with lyrics by Bobby
and
music by Leroy Anderson.
Merry Christmas!
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I hear that chain gang jinglin' and ring-ting-tinglin', oh!
Come on you @$#*ing niggers, let's clear the highway of snow!
You got your ass arrested, and you've been bested, ho-ho!
So get to work, you niggers, 'cause we've got plenty to go!
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, it's late,
You won't make me wait,
Or I'll have you all cut up for bait!
Drag-your-ass, drag-your-ass, drag-your-ass, I said!
You worthless burr heads,
You're messin' with an AR-15 and you'll dance when it spits some
lead!
I got a frosted donut with grated coconut to go,
And my cup of coffee means that I've got a warm, happy glow!
Meanwhile you scrawny niggers can freeze your black asses, you know,
As you pay your debt to society by diggin' a path in the snow!
Now I'm hoping that you niggers try to run away,
It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day!
I'll be leveling my piece and aiming it
Without having to stop,
And I'll watch you niggers fall as it goes pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
You, nigga, yeah you, boy, you've been put in here for rape,
Maybe they'll write that you were "shot, trying to escape."
Oh, if Santa could only give me one thing that I would really like,
It would be a #@($skin being dragged through the town
Now I see darkness fallin', and the dogs are growlin' real low,
We're goin' back to prison with you chained-up yard monkeys in tow.
So pris'ners to attention, return to detention, let's go!
You're goin' back together, through frigid weather and snow!
Very well done! Bravo.
Hank
