The World Needs Heroes

Well what are you waiting for? Give me some love.

Do you know what I am? I’m hate. I dropped the bomb on your country, I put the scars on your back, I put you in the oven, and I put those words on your tongue. Do you want to stop me. You’re too fucking stupid to stop me. I’ll even tell you how to stop me and I bet you still can’t.

But do you know what I am not? I am not not a spic, I am not a jew, I am not a paki, a chink, a whitey, or a nigger. I am racism. And I don’t discriminate. I hate you all equally. I hate hatred for hating me because I am hate manifest. You french kissed me and I left those words on your tongue and I spread easy so pass the hate.

Do you know what I am? I am a Jew. Do you know what I hate? I hate those spics. Chingu tu madre pendero this is for La Raza and all the ones that could run, jump, or swim have successful border crossed into m country.

Do you know what I am? I am a chink. Do you know what I hate? I hate those pakis. Red dot on my head, do you want a samosa? Do you really think that the fusioned smell of body odor and curry in your cab is a pleasing offer to Allah? Oh no two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun for you? Oh yeah I forgot that cows are gods and you can’t eat them. They say you wipe your ass with your hand but c’mon you sneak a couple of wipes with that filthy turban right?

Do you Know what I am? I am a whitey. Do you know what I hate? I hate those chinks. They can only have one child in their country so they come to my country and have fifteen kids so they can take over and it will be there country. It used to be China town and now its chinky city and I’m afraid the new second language is going to be calculus. The white man is going to be put on reserves and only allowed to occupy corner stores, which will now become driver schools so that they don’t die on the road. Dicks as big as grains of rice, tooth floss can blind them, deep fried cat is the specialty every night. It’s chinks, nips, gooks, spooks, yellow skinned bastards I fucking hate chopsticks.

Do you know what I am? I am a nigger. That’s right, the tip of my ebony pole rests between my knees so that they don’t knock together when I sleep on my side at night. I’m well hung like a grand wizard hanging from a telephone pole in the ghetto, because you know there’s no trees in the ghetto. Know what I’m sayin’? They say these robust lips can barely articulate the minuscule thoughts of my tiny brain, but I can rap my fucking ass off. Know what I’m sayin’? They say my life’s as lazy as my tongue is and know what I’m saying is a conjunction I use when I dont know what I’m saying or I got nothing else to say. Know what I’m sayin’? And I am a nigger. Do you know what I hate? I hate whitey. Liberalistic, masochistic, conservative preservative republican so love my skin. Fuck the Democratics who give me my automatics and the aristocratic autonomy who see the melanin in me as a felony, one to three for thievery, nigga they callin’ me, but what the fuck did you get when you stole the whole native colony? Oh you were the lawyers and the judges, you read the Tom Sawyers and the Huck Finn’s, hate me segregate me, threaten to kick me out of the country but who stole me the fuck in. Fuck skin? I Don’t see any black on your green to me it’s white dollars, ten to life equals six months to three years if you got them white collars. America. Land of the jailed, home of the slave. I hate whitey.

This is a piece I am doing called hate. Before you judge me or the series listen to the entire thing, I appreciate that. Don’t hesistate to drop me a line whenever you want tho. I am dragging this out over a few days because I can do that and I am that kinda guy.