Chorus
Is it Killer Instinct?
Till the Nigger's Extinct?

I heard the SOS coming from the lower decks/
A kidnapping, Africans in distress/
Ain't no place to rest on a slave ship/
That's the first page in the test of patience/
Back breaking labor awaits them in Macon/
That's if they ain't stationed in a cane field/
Rain, sleet, or snow they hoeing for the crop to keep growing/
They look pretty and all that, but no dough!/
You gotta whip, you gotta whip 'em/
Sprinkle salt, make it tickle/
Watch a nigger twitch!

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Little Dwayne cracks a joke in class/
And everybody laughs but his teacher/
Who said that was his last chance/
I'm gonna have to tell your parents/
Cause I simply can't stand for these types of shenanigans/
Little Dwayne is scared, cause Daddy don't spare the rod/
And he definitely don't tolerate tears/
He sits back quietly in the chair, for maybe Mr. Johnson would be fair/
Dwayne did behave for the rest of the day, but he went home late to his mother waiting for him/
And when Daddy came home, Daddy whupped his ass!/
Made him take his clothes off and beat him/
Beat him till he peed on himself/
It's slavery all over again/
Daddy becomes the overseer/
The one with all the money who can't spend no time/
But Daddy do all the beating/
Modern day teachers have become officers/
Enforcing the rules of society through textbooks, handouts/
Scantrons, Detentions, suspensions/
The Number 2 pencils that carve poison into our minds/
Making us remember lies year after year/
These schools are killing our children/
And we send them unarmed into an intellectual battlefield/
And we beat them when they come home with scars...

Is it Killer Instinct?