| abstract | - Hey sexy crackers and ugly negroes, it's Moon Man And I'm back, jamming to the tunes that were made by crackers And these crackers might be giants, because they sure as hell are not negroes They call me Dr. Moon Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Moon I lynch the negro pigs I'm not a real doctor But I am a real Moon I am the actual Moon I live with the KKK I like to play the drums Which means I take the heads of blacks And bang their skulls together I'll show you how I do this And then you will want to join and speak the language that we call Moonspeak I'll say a couple things so you can Hear how it goes Jjzsjjozjiroefrazowgrarianhankshwishwahassefjorzjeezyiraiziraggefjosegrijixsboairaireebzsjjjshw When I get into it I can't tell if you are Watching me hurting them with bricks When I give the signal, my nigger friend Sun Man will bitch about this [Sun Man:] Sun Man up in this bitch. Moon Man, why are you still talking about this crap? I mean seriously. I'm your friend and all, but you know it's insensitive. Sun Bitch, you've never complained about most of my past songs and shit. And what's up with you not singing to the beat? [Sun Man:] Bitch you're barely on beat. Moon Man is never off, ho. [Sun Man:] Well this time you are. Well hey, at least I'm not Charles. You know how he fucks songs up. [Charles Moonington:] What was that you said, old chap? Fuck off and go jerk one off to the Queen, you fagggot. Now, where were we? Some day somebody else besides me will Break into KFC and see me, and they'll Say it's Dr. Moon Fuck yes, I'm Dr. Moon Let's break the chicken fryers and shit And soon the negro fags will dare not Step into this place of black dumb crap and we will win I'm not a real doctor But I fuck you with the spicy horse penis KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KKK, KK, KK
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