Nashville, here I come, baby
I'm goin' doooooown to the old nigger tree
Baby ain't no place I'd rather be,
Me an' this nigger 'bout to get us a pick me up,
So toss that rapey son'bitch in my old Ford truck, Oh,
Growin' up in a southern small town,
Used ta, drive for miles without seein' no brown,
But now I, stop on up at the old Circle K,
See that toothless nigger wavin' 'round his guns like an ape, Oh,
I'm goin' dooooown to the old nigger tree,
Baby, it ain't reparations gonna set 'is ass free,
You know, in a small town, we call it tough love,
When we send 'em back to swing in the branches aboooove, Oh,
Nigger walkin' round the country store eyein' up bikes,
In this town, red and blue are our Friday Night Lights,
Oh, they tell me all the good things diversity brings,
But all I see is dumb niggers doin' dumb nigger things, Oh
I'm goin' dooooown to the old nigger tree,
Baby, let's stop at the house, I forgot my sheet,
Who doesn't like a chance to get dressed up,
On a hot summer night, we gonna string niggers up, Oh,
Yeah, crack open a natty lite, in the light of the moon,
Town is goin' downhill, but it'll get good soon, Oh,
My baby's mama ain't raised no stupid mudshark,
So grab the rope, honey, Main Street's a shade too dark, Oh,
I'm goin' doooooown to the old nigger tree,
Baby ain't no place that I'd rather be,
Some things we do, they just older than time, Sweetie,
It's just the fastest way to lower our criiiiiime, sweetie,
Oh, I'm goin' dooooooown to the old nigger tree,
Baby ain't no place that I'd rather be,
My small town ain't no place for muh dik and drugs,
So let's round up some monkeys, baby, and lynch dem thugs!
Ooooooh
Ohh Oooooh Ooooh
Niggers
(Dedicated to @Matty)
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