Al walks down the street,
He says, Why am I soft in the ratings now?
Why am I soft in the ratings?
The life of blacks looks so hard!
I need more photo-opportunities,
I want a shot at reparations
Don't want to be behind Jackson,
In the race hustle

Bootlicker, Bootlicker,
Runs for president.
Far away, from the crack whores.
He has a talk show Then he yells,
Get Punk Faggots away from me!
MSM won't find this stuff to accuse me anymore ....

If you'll play my race card,
I can be your racist pal!
I can call you Twanna,
And Twanna, when you call me,
You can call me Al!

Al walks down the street,
He says, Why don't I get more attention?
Got a little shorted on the attention,
And whoa, the whites are so wrong!
Where's my check for welfare?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my role-model?
Now that MLK is ....
Gone ...... gone,
He slid down to Duke Lacrosse,
With some Nappy headed topless dancer girl.
All along .... along ....
There were incidents and allegations,
Said rape and discrimination .....

If you'll play my race card,
I can be your racist pal!
I can call you Victim,
And Victim, when you call me,
You can call me Al!
Call me Al ......

Al walks down the street,
It's a street in a strange world.
Maybe it's in Crown Heights.
Maybe it's his first time to riot
They don't speak Ebonics,
He wants their currency.
Calls out the Korean man,
He is surrounded by the sound, sound ....
Segregation of Race.
Name calling and prejudices.
He looks around, around .....
He sees oreos in political offices
Wonders if they're authentic,
He says, Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll play my race card,
I can be your racist pal!
I can call me Trayvon,
And Trayvon when you call me,
You can call me Al!
You can call me Al!
You can call me Al ......

Comrade Groucho. I remain in awe of your linguistic and lyrical mastery. If there was a god, I am sure the party would agree that would be you. But since there isn't, you'll have to make do with this extra beet ration. And...we'll forego the party dues -- but just for this month, Comrade.

The extra beet ration is greatly appreciated. The prowess at which I am able to master verse is merely a testament to the effectiveness of the reeducation given me by my kind gulag workers. The whipped cream and candle on my birthday was nice too.

Groucho is clearly more equal. Brilliant.

Comrade Al is going to Baltimore

Groucho Marxist wrote:Comrade Al is going to Baltimore

It's gonna be a rat shakedown. Stay safe out there...