Thursday, December 28, 2006
(Alt. Lyrics)
Sometimes I'll sing a song in my head and I'll use alternate versions of words. But then I'll have to mangle other words, to save the rhyme:
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me, or another negro
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or begro.
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me, or another negro
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or begro.
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