Making smores out of the
Rotted corpses
I am like a marshmallow
And smelling the racial decay
Makes me even gooeyer
Taste it

Jose is burnt to a crisp
Over a rotissere tended by Crips
Kenucky Fried Entrails
Like momma used to make
But now shes dead
I f___ her corpse, taste that n_____ c___

Trees sway in the distance
Corpses strung upon the limbs
Lynching: America's Favorite Pasttime
Gotta catch me a c___
Watermelon, perfect bait
See the corpse, I m_________

My s____ is the colors that aren't white
Stains on the cloth like stains on the world

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