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.)
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