Camanche Hemmingway by Camanche Hemmingway

Mmmmmmmn
Mmmmmm
Church says yes.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Oh yes.

[Verse 1]

What you doing here, negga.
Can I see some papers.
This land is our land.
But only if you’re faithful.
Not to the Natives.
Me, negga.
The real negga who made this land.
Maga Jesus.
Mmm mmm mmm.
Born and raised in a little place
Called Kentucky.
Population of a thousand good
White men.
Maybe two Blacks
If we’re lucky.
Maga Jesus.
Long bath robes.
Cowboy hat.
New balance gym shoes.
Work boots in the summer.
Cause there’s a job to do.
Maga Jesus.
Gotta make sure we keep
That border safe and closed.
So we can go and take over Mexico
Maga Jesus.
Time to start planting them lynching trees.
And punishing niggas for all they did.
Gotta make sure we take our country 
Back.
Correcting the mistake that Lincoln did.
Maga Jesus.
Hehe.
Freeing slaves when you know 
my father wrote a whole book on 
how you need them neggas.
Neggas! Hehe.
Got a whole section.
Called the Old Testament.
Ending the world and shit.
And yall ain’t learn your lesson.
Maga Jesus.
Yall got these bitches out here voting.
Owning properties, and controlling
Their own bodies.
We gotta get back to beating these chicks.
Talking about some 
“get your hands off me.”
Yeah?
Or what?
What you gonna do?
Nothing!
Maga Jesus!
Like I won’t walk on water.
This Mississippi River stroll,
Make my way over and slap the shit
Outta you.
Better clean up them dishes. 
And feed the Venezuelans, too.
Mmmmm
Maga Jesus. 
Nine eleven, baby.
Nine eleven.
My my my my.
Nine eleven.
Them A rabs.
Muslims!
Wild as hell.
Maga Jesus.
Tulsa had it coming too.
Neggas with that much independence 
Will turn the world into a zoo.
Like Africa.
Hahahahahahahahaha
Africa.
That’s the joke.
Hehe.
Maga Jesus.
Lawd lawd lawd.
Jesus Maga.
Maga Jesus.
Born on the Fourth of July.
In a gas station bathroom.
Whewww lawd.
My real name is Richard Smith.
And im poor.

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