It is absolutely silly and unproductive to have a funeral for the word nigger when the actions continue we need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters not a funeral for niggers cause niggers dont die
Ugh yeah yo im creepy and crawling
In your sink and your toilet
I'll be drinking from your spit
Anything cause i'm more less an insect with 4 legs
People come and i fake dead
Correction i got 8 legs
Climbin on top your plate bed
Where ever i smell food
It could even be jail food
Stale food thats molded
A roach is what i am fool
The ghetto is my land fool
Im a never be able to fly like a bumblebee
Try not to be underneath
Your sneaker
Pitiful creature
I'm not afraid of your pesticide
Or Raid
Cause in heavens my creator
I love it when the lights off
Eating from same knives forks
From any mans dinner
See my antennas
You can't win
You cant stand the crunchy sound i make if you squash me
Learn to live with me
How much your roast? costing
You and the city
But yo we everywhere
Check your house 'cause i bet we there
Writer(s): Eric Hudson, Abiodun Oyewole, Nasir Jones
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