Crawl to my Chippewas
- 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