Hambone Says
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Dis here gun
Hunt bluegum
Coon get some
My Lord
Up jump the jigaboo, dancin' 'round
Singin' "I'm gonna lay my burdens down"
Powder burn, this keg soon will blow
And they'll all find justice in the down below
The Good Book says we are the chosen race
If it weren't so, we wouldn't have his face
Some spade in Sumner didn't know his place
To protect what's ours, put the boys on the case
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Ain't no spook I see ever gonna be clever
Not now, not tomorrow, not forever
From this moment on, gonna do all I can
No tyrant's heel'll fit the neck of this man
Motor City madness, hot summer night
Best keep your pickaninnies hid far out of sight
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Dis here gun
Hunt bluegum
Coon get some
My Lord
Been fighting jungle bunnies for years and years
Baby's big blue eyes all covered with tears
Thank Dylann and Zimmerman and Soon Ja Du
Koreans can do the Lord's work, too
Yo, I can't be a racist if I can't see colour
Your skin, his skin, mine's just a bit duller
Everybody take a ride on the P.C. bus
Can't pin that jail cell noose on us
Every little conflict, y'all lookin' my way
People get robbed while running every day
Squabblin' bout statues and pancake batter
"Knock, knock" "Who's there?"
All lives matter
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Dis here gun
Hunt bluegum
Coon get some
My Lord
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Dis here gun
Hunt bluegum
Coon get some
My Lord
Up jump the jigaboo, dancin' 'round
Singin' "I'm gonna lay my burdens down"
Powder burn, this keg soon will blow
And they'll all find justice in the down below
The Good Book says we are the chosen race
If it weren't so, we wouldn't have his face
Some spade in Sumner didn't know his place
To protect what's ours, put the boys on the case
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Ain't no spook I see ever gonna be clever
Not now, not tomorrow, not forever
From this moment on, gonna do all I can
No tyrant's heel'll fit the neck of this man
Motor City madness, hot summer night
Best keep your pickaninnies hid far out of sight
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Dis here gun
Hunt bluegum
Coon get some
My Lord
Been fighting jungle bunnies for years and years
Baby's big blue eyes all covered with tears
Thank Dylann and Zimmerman and Soon Ja Du
Koreans can do the Lord's work, too
Yo, I can't be a racist if I can't see colour
Your skin, his skin, mine's just a bit duller
Everybody take a ride on the P.C. bus
Can't pin that jail cell noose on us
Every little conflict, y'all lookin' my way
People get robbed while running every day
Squabblin' bout statues and pancake batter
"Knock, knock" "Who's there?"
All lives matter
Dis Red Shirt
Don't eat dirt
Do good work
My lord
Dis here gun
Hunt bluegum
Coon get some
My Lord
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Writer(s): Amelia Carlita Ray, Jacob Pogash Wood
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