I don’t want to dis’
But hands off my sis’
This thought I must share
400 years ?
Unlocked underwear
Your lust shared
Our mothers unfair
If love I might not care
But I know you are aware
Of the fertile fare
Our women flare
400 years?
Anger?
Yes!
Hands off my sis’
I don’t know you
You might be a nice guy
But I do know “The Ghost of Mississippi”
The free-spirited hippies
Your evil
The ca-zillions lost in the upheaval
“Hey mutha get yo’ hands off of my sis’!”
I know you have no idea why I’m angered
By your club action to be manly satisfied
But your fathers have already been fed
I am the herdsman
Just anotha’ crazy brotha’ on the list
You’ll never understan’
Carrying a package to deliv’
You don’t quit fillin’ on my sis’
In front of everyone
An ass whippin’ I will giv’
400 years of now unchained fist
If I thought for a second that you loved her
I wouldn’t have had to say
HANDS OFF MY SIS’!