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Crawl to my Chippewas

  • Writer: Master Jay
    Master Jay
  • Oct 22, 2015
  • 1 min read

I wanna see you crawl, to my Chippewas

Hear my native call, remember the sound

Face to the ground,put your hands up tall

When Im around, boundaries have no walls

Hear the thud tap, when I walk past

Steel chains that wrap, from feet to cap

Time flies to fast, I want this to last

Alpha white trash, ready to bitch slap

put you on blast to black mail your ass

I want more than cash, ill let your world crash

Before I lift mud flaps as fast as flash

For anyone who asks about my past

You might consider this rash,

But faggots beg to be bashed

Although we sit back and laugh

Your back door is an open draft

For seaman swimming to life rafts

So we give out Darwin awards

To those who still work towards

Equal equality for the heard s

That for a lack of better words

Still play with each others swords

And will pray to different lords

For hatred they must endure

For taking it in their back door

So allow me to even the score

Excuse the mess and bloody gore

But if you ever see me in the store

Prepare to make out with the floor

Don't expect anything that's more

Than what the submissive begs for

But these other masters are a bore

Compared to how I leave you sore

licking my boots clean is your chore

To earn limits for us to explore

I'm even more cleaver under the leather


 
 
 

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