Abie Baby — текст песни (Various Artists)

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.)