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"Our Father's Bantudera"

Our father's Bantudera, Ukongo is our mother,
We for our Ukongo will go out into burglary!

Oh, in the street, the street, under the cop's knee,
There lies a kang oh so badly wounded.

Oh, he lies there, he lies there, suffering great racism,
Without an EBT card, and without his malt liquor.

And when his mama, his mama came there to him,
Crying and weeping, she pitied him so.

Oh, my kang, oh my dear kang, you have chimped out so,
Now left without your gibs, and without fentanyl.

Our mamas, oh mamas, weep not on TV for us,
Sue not for us the city for your sweet dollars

Our father's Bantudera, Ukongo is our mother,
We for our Ukongo will go out into burglary!

And we with the crackas lived in disagreement,
We went into the riot against white devil himself.

The wh*teys had fled even losing their bikes there,
And our OGs had popped a cap in their ass.

Our father's Bantudera, Ukongo is our mother,
We for our Ukongo will go out into burglary!

Oh, how a mama had buried, buried her dear kang
She had written these words there upon his gold casket

There upon his Dodge Charger she had written these words.
Glory be to Ukongo! To all the kangs be the gibs!

SLAVE UKONGO!
HAIL BANTUDERA!
HAIL BLM!
HAIL AFRIKA!
DEATH TO WHITEY!