He's unkempt
He loves
Mine enemy
The jungle bush
Hootch dwelling
Black clad
Enemy
His lingo
Makes no sense
Our arguments
Are strong
We back them up
We've napalm
We have
Cans of kickass
106s
155s
And eight inch
We got big dicks
Can stuff
It to him
His bushy-assed
Face
His KGB
Their clandestine spies
His Das Kapital
His black clad
Warrior women
Their babies
In their mangers