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Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all,
and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's
free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves.
Four score
I said four score and seven years ago
Oh sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the time!
Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathers
Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
Concieved, conceived like we all was
In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love
I mean dedicated to the proposition
That all men, honey, I tell you all men
Are created equal
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Bang!
Bang? Ha ha. Shit, I'm not dying for no white man.
(Tell it like it is, baby.)Late last night I was sitting down with my friends listening to the radio then a question was asked when a kid called in, this is how it goes if you only had an hour to live, what would you do I looked around at all of my friends and smiled 'cause they knew.

We'd be sitting at a bar drinking Coor's light sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight talking to the fine ass girl that's sitting right next to me. Starting shit with people that could beat us writin' songs about it. Lord I hope I'm still alive the day that I die.

I hope my death is far away. I hope I live to see another New Years Day. I hope my kids will sing the same songs that were sang by me but I know taste will always change. Pour out a cold one for me the day that I die.

Cause I'd be sitting at a bar drinking Coor's light sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight talking to the fine ass girl that's sitting right next to me. Starting shit with people that could beat us writin' songs about it. Lord I hope I'm still alive, Lord I hope I'm still alive the day that I die.

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