White Biocentrism

music: William Steffe (1856)
words: David Sims (2009)

For citizenship some people are woefully unfit
The Fourteenth is a fraud still for which we will never sit
The Rothschilds will be lucky if we pay them back with sh**
Our truth is marching on!

The illegal immigrants will have to stop their sneaky ways
Their credit fraud and ID theft will end their numbered days
We will chase them back to Mexico and terminate their stays
Our truth is marching on!

We will fight the endless evil to which all the laws are bent
Racial mixing and the income tax aren’t what the Founders meant
And to hell with leftist meddlers and their Puppet President
Our truth is marching on!

The U.S. Code’s corruption we shall tolerate no more!
The Congress has less honor than God gave the meanest whore.
If the federals don’t like it then let’s have a Civil War.
Our truth is marching on!

For open fraud and lies some people just have lots of nerve.
The biggest scam’s the one that’s run by Federal Reserve.
Swinging from a rope’s the payback that the bankers will deserve.
Our truth is marching on!

The Rothschilds weren’t lucky, so we paid them back with lead.
We paid them so much interest that the payments left them dead.
We showed them what it really means for “being in the red.”
Our truth is marching on!

*chorus*

Glory, glory, halleeloo-yer!
Politicians are peculiar
I met one at the store and I left him mighty sore
And he won’t be passing taxes any more.

Here's a slightly altered version of "How much is that doggy in the window?";
I'm not sure if that's the title of the original, but this one is called
"Spook for Sale":

Chorus
How much is that nigger in the window?
The one with the nappy hair!
How much is that bootlip in the window?
I might have a penny to spare.

I need a new pet, dude, for my daughters two
and what could be cooler than a life-size jig-a-boo?
oooooooooh, how much is this niggie in the window?
Don't make me shout and swear (Chorus)

Put him on a leash, man, stamp "sold" on his head
then it's home to a set of chains on an old doggy bed.
With laughing knife I'll cut off his scalp cornrowed
and my wife'll stitch on one from a red Teddy bear
annnnnnnnnnnd,

I've got my nappy nigger in the window;
he's got buttons for eyes and bloody hair!
Our newest play-toy is a nigger below a window
in a box with no locks stuffed with dirty underwear.