They rape our women and want our stuff
We best treat dem nergoes rough
We better posture and glare and huff and puff
Then came the spic in another wave of attack
They send their men, women, and children; holding none back
If we don't stop them in their tracks, this nation, of ours, they'll sack
After that out own white slits of sin betrayed us
They twisted the truth as if they made us
Made it seem as if it was they, who forgave us
Now, these Iranian N[word], c#n+$, spics want beef
So, fine white men plan to bomb their every street
And grind these aggressors to kosher hamburger meat
4/13/2018
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