Black Girls

I dig the black girls, oh so much more than the white girls.

I was so pleased to learn they were faster.

C'est, c'est, c'est vous I'm after.

All comes a faggot white boy.

Said look, look, look first kind of joy.

They come around so queer and quiet,

as I rebel and riot.

Shall I dig the white boys?

All so much more that the black boys.

I was so pleased to learn they're not smarter.

Go on, give, give, give it to me harder, harder, harder, just say harded.

You know I love the Lord of hosts,

the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.

I was so pleased to learn that he's inside me

In my time of trouble he will hide me.

I dig the black girls.

I dig the black girls.

I dig the black girls.

I dig the black girls.