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Theres coons prowling the place I love
Hollering loud that they’ve got drugs
I can smell their stink it don’t take much
Hear their lighters flick and bottles bust
Jerrods out on bail Shamels going in
To serve his time he’s soaked in gin
It’s not the boozy way they sway
Or how they demand things go their way
No it’s not the goofy things they say
lord said they need only get right within
but these boys souls are ripe with sin
It’s not the litter or the bugs they’ve brung
Just that a niggers soul knows no love
Loyalty or self control
So Grab onto those you hold dear
Whenever a packs of coons strolls near
Hollering loud that they’ve got drugs
I can smell their stink it don’t take much
Hear their lighters flick and bottles bust
Jerrods out on bail Shamels going in
To serve his time he’s soaked in gin
It’s not the boozy way they sway
Or how they demand things go their way
No it’s not the goofy things they say
lord said they need only get right within
but these boys souls are ripe with sin
It’s not the litter or the bugs they’ve brung
Just that a niggers soul knows no love
Loyalty or self control
So Grab onto those you hold dear
Whenever a packs of coons strolls near