Him’s just round the corner
Him own all of the corn
Cause him’s just a con
And him call me a coon
Massa left the “Nationalists”
Only three nations heard
Only three summoned
Amongst hundreds of nations
Independent anew
Lies planted in fertile soils
Food soon aplenty
Undertakers and carrion
But Massa ain’t gone
Alahu Akbar and hallelujah!
Red Cross and the red hued crescent
Massa is kind, simply to a fault
Massa ain’t gone to be sure
Our Demoncrazy is growing
Learning from the feet of Massa
The plantation is booming anew
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