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09-10-2019, 11:25 PM
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 My Rank: FIRST SERGEANT Poster Rank:390 Probably Male. Who knows really? Join Date: May 2013 Posts: 3,076
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Re: More of the Xenophobia
Back to fill your head with more vile sickness I see. That didn’t take long. They always come back.  |
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09-11-2019, 01:58 PM
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 ★ Legacy Member ★ Poster Rank:180 USA haters keep sucking the big orange dick! Join Date: Mar 2010 Posts: 8,378 Mentioned: 9 Post(s) Quoted: 2718 Post(s)
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Re: More of the Xenophobia
Where is that, brief view of a European size license plate? When was the last time you saw Caucasians dig somebody's eyes out with their fingers? |
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09-11-2019, 02:06 PM
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Re: More of the Xenophobia
Black Santa wears his red Santa hat during the off season too. "Twas the Night Before Christmas (Black Santa Version) Wuz da nite befo Crimmus An’ all ower de hood; Ereybody wuz’ sleepin’; Dey wuz sleepin’ good. We hunged up our stockings An hoped like de’ heck Dat ol’ Sanna Claws Be bringin’ ar check. All o’ de fambly Wuz layin in de beds, Whilst Ripple and Thunderbird Dance tru’ dey heads. I passed out inna’ flo Right nex to my Maw; When I herd sech a fuss, I thunk, “It mus be da Law!” I looked out thru da bars What covered my do’, ’Spectin da sheriff Wif a warrent fo’ sho. And what did I see, I said, “Lawd, look at dat!” They was a huge watta’ melon, Pulled by giant warf rats! Now ober all de years Sanna Claws, he be white; But looks liken us bros Gets a black Sanna dis nite. Faster dan a po’lees car, My homeboy he came; He wupped on dem warf rats, An’ called dem by name! “On Leroy, on ’Lonzo, And on Willie Lee, On Sapphire, on Chenequa,” Dey wuz a site to see! As he landed dat watta’mellon Out der in da skreet, I knowed it was fo’ sho’ Da damdest site I ebber did see. He didn’t go down no chimbley, He picked da’ lock on my do’; An’ I sez to mysef, “Shit! He done dis befo’!” He had dis big bag, Full of presents I ’spect; Wid Air Jordans and fake gold To wear roun’ my neck. But he left no good prezents, Jus’ started steelin’ my shit; Got my drugs, got my guns, Even got my burglar’s kit! Wit my stuff in da bag, Out da winda he flewed; I woudda’ tried to catched him, But he stoled my ’nife too! He jumped on dat wadda’mellon, An’ wipped out a switch; He wuz gone in a seccon’, Dat son of a bitch! Next year I be hopin’ Anutha Sanna we git, ’Cuz diz here Sanna Claws Jus’ ain’t werf a shit!" |
