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Affirmative Action / Позитивная дискриминация
(перевод)

Рефрен:
[Позитивная дискриминация!
Куда катится эта страна?
Позитивная дискриминация!
Что теперь делать белому человеку?

I'm an Alabama nigger and I wanna be free
Hell within the blay z p

I don't drink, I don't cus,
I wanna ride on the front of the bus

I'm An Alabama nigger and I wanna be free
Hell within the blay z p

BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS

Well, in 18 /and/ 14, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a
comin'

Да, я мятежник старый, такой, какой я есть.
Я ненавижу янки, я знаю слово честь.
Был рад сражаться с ними. Считал – мы победим.
И есть, кому меня судить, но только лишь не им.

Я ненавижу янки, какой тут разговор.
И я б их конституцией и жопу не подтер.
И на Союз их славный мне глубоко посрать

If you smell somethin' funny when you walk down the street
You're in Coontown
You look and see garbage all over the street
You're in Coontown
Up and down the street there ain't nothin' but trash
Nigger girls tryin' to get a nigger boy's cash
Then you even see a spook with a big moustache
In Coontown

The house next door to me's been sold to niggers.
They claim to be wild Indians from the plains.
Oh, but they ain't a-shuckin' me -- they're colored people.
We'll make "Cowboys and Niggers," our new game.

Last night when I come home, I's warmly greeted.
But not by my sweet wife sayin', "Hello, Dear."
Instead it was, "Hello, duh. What mamma-jamma?"

EVERYBODY'S DIXIE
by Albert Pike
(1809-1891)

Southrons, hear your country call you,
Up, lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted,--

EVERYBODY'S DIXIE
by Albert Pike
(1809-1891)

Southrons, hear your country call you,
Up, lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted,--

Federal aid, federal aid, we hear it all the time, but it's not really federal aid.
Cause the money is yours and mine, the money is yours and mine.

I read in the papers, in real big print, about a sugarcoated speech made by our president.
With federal aid he thinks he'll win our trust, but federal aid, hell, the money belongs to us.
He puts taxes on this, taxes on that, just any kind of tax to keep the government fat.
He says he's gonna give us federal aid or bust, but federal aid, hell, the money belongs to us.

We all went down to New Orleans,
For Bales, for Bales;
We all went down to New Orleans,
For Bales, says I;
We all went down to New Orleans,
To get a peep behind the scenes,
"And we'll all drink stone blind,
Johnny fill up the bowl".

Am
O Polly O Polly,
Am G Am
It's for your sake alone,
Am
I've left my old father
Am G Am
My country and my home,

I like sugar, and I like tea
But I don’t like niggers…no siree!
There’s two known things that’ll make me puke
And that’s a hog eatin’ slop, and a big, black spook!

You know it…cause I show it
Like a barn-yard rooster I crow it!
And the NAACP

Oh, I`m a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn.
I`m glad I fought against her
I only wish we`d won
I ain`t asked any pardon
For anything I`ve done.

If I could be a nigger for a day
I could live my life the free and easy way
I'd take from Uncle Sam and let the white man pay
If I could be a nigger for a day

Now for one whole day, a nigger I could be
The first thing I'd do is join the NAACP
And I'd let Fwyzee and Foo-May do my thinkin' for me

Grocery store, three niggers inside
The store ain't opened, it's the middle of the night
Alarm goes off, the cops show up
They caught them red handed, put them in handcuffs

And then, and then, and then, and then
Jesse showed up, Jesse showed up
Wouldn't you know it, Jesse Jackson showed up

Johnny Reb was from the Southland where the cotton grows so tall
And at the age of seventeen he heard his country's call.
He kissed his poor old mother, he told his dad good bye.
He checked his ??? rifle and he kept his powder dry.

Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb, why did you have to go?
Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb, aw we miss you so!

You niggers listen now
I'm gonna tell you how
To keep from getting torchered
When the Klan is on the prowl
Stay at home at night
And lock your doors up tight
Don't go outside or else you'll find
Those crosses-a-burnin' bright

Keep a-workin' Big Jim
You'll prove it by and by
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
Find out the reasons why

A few years ago,in the year of '63
A President was shot-he died
And the man accused of killing him was shot to death

You niggers listen now
I'm gonna tell you how
To keep from getting torchered
When the Klan is on the prowl
Stay at home at night
And lock your doors up tight
Don't go outside or else you'll find
Those crosses-a-burnin' bright

Move them niggers north
Move them niggers north
If they don't like our southern ways then
Move them niggers north

Our South has been invaded by
Trashy-lookin' crew
They'll change our ways and take our schools

I like sugar and I like tea
but I don't like niggers, no sir-e
there are two lone things that'll make me puke
that's a hog eating slop and a big black spook

you know it, 'cuz I show it
like a barnyard rooster I crow it
and the NAACP would sure like to get

I like sugar, and I like tea
But I don't like niggers...no siree!
There's two known things that'll make me puke
And that's a hog eatin' slop, and a big, black spook!

You know it...cause I show it
Like a barn-yard rooster I crow it!
And the NAACP

The other day I ran into an old friend
Joe was his name
So I said, "Joe, how ya been?"
He said, "JR, you won't believe this, but things ain't worth a damn."
And I said, "Joe, what's the problem?'
He said "JR, you wanna know my problem? Well, I'll tell ya my problem."
And he began his story, something like this:

Well I don't know why the sky is blue
And why the gums on a nigger well they're blue too
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know niggers suck

And I don't know why the world ain't flat
And why the nose on a nigger is flat like that
I don't pay attention to all that stuff

No we don't want niggers in our schools
We're not for immigration
Keep those niggers in their place
We'll have a better nation
Our southland got along just fine
Until those immigrators
Came down here sturring up a mess
With outside aggitators

Nothin' But Niggers / Нигеры и ничего более (перевод)

Их называют енотами-воришками, их называют жабами.
Их называют черномазыми, но Господь знает,
Они ничего более, как нигеры,
Сидящие у нас в печенках.

Мы платим налоги, они получают пособие

They call them coons, they call them toads
They call them darkies but heaven knows
Ain't nothing but niggers
Trying to get under our skin

We pay our taxes, they get a check
We make a living, they're having sex
Ain't nothing but niggers

L.B.J. was a-flyin' one morn'
Over south Louisiana...feeling forlorn
When he looks down below, and what does he see?
Two cajuns pullin' a nigger on ski's!

So he lands, and says, "Thanks for helping your black brother!"
And them two cajuns just looked at each other
And said, "He might be smart, but I'll tell you something..."

Quit your bitchin' nigger and just let things be
You're messin' up big time take it from me
Quit your bitchin' nigger or you'll get your due
'Cause the Ku Klux Klan will come-a-callin' on you

For forty-somethin' years you've been raisin' all hell
And niggers that ain't enough
We're all gettin' mighty fed up with you

Oh, Polly! Oh, Polly! It's for your sake alone,
I left my dear old father, my country and my home,
I left my dear old mother to weep and to mourn -
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!

It's grape-shot and muskets and the cannon lumber loud,
There's many a mangled body, the blanket for their shroud,
There's many a mangled body left on the field's alone -

Reparations / Репарации (перевод)

Рефрен:
[Вот ты опять начинаешь про репарации
Вот ты опять требуешь еще чего-нибудь бесплатного.
Вот ты опять начинаешь про репарации
Послушай же меня, нигер
Ты ничего от меня не получишь.]

We oughta send 'em all back to Africa
We oughta send 'em all back to Africa
We oughta send 'em all back to Africa
Where they belong
We oughta send 'em all back to Africa
We oughta send 'em all back to Africa
They oughta get the hell out of America
And leave the white man alone

She ran off with another guy,
She didn't even say goodbye,
She'll never find a love like mine, or bigger.
She took the TV and the stereo,
She wrote a check for all my dough.
But to top it off, she ran off with a nigger.

(Refrain) She ran off with a nigger;

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here
Gather all those equals up and herd them on the pier

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks
Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here
Twenty million ugly coons are ready on the pier

На днях я решил порыбачить, друзья,
Я не взял с собой Банджо, только лодка и я.
Банджо – это мой гид, цветной лесоруб,
Обычный нигер, каких много вокруг!
Мы оттолкнули лодку, я запустил мотор
И вдруг чувствую: в носу моем что-то не то!
Как-будто бы кто-то умер – невозможно дышать!
А, это Банджо голову начал чесать.

Keep your old confederate money
Even though it’s made of tin
Press all those crinolines, Honey
The South Shall Rise Again.

No, Susannah, don’t you cry for me
For I’m off to Alabama
In hopes to make it free.

Stand up and be counted, show the world that you're a man
Stand up and be counted, go with the Ku Klux Klan

We are a sacred brotherhood, who love our country true
We always can be counted on, when there's a job to do
We serve our homeland day and night, to keep it always free
And proudly wear our robes of white, protecting liberty.

Well lately niggers are runnin' their mouths
Sayin' they're gonna take over the South
Jigaboo-here's to you
If you can, try it man

'Cause Dixieland will never be free
To a nigger and the NAACP
Stay away, stay away

Stay away from Dixie (by Johnny Rebel)

Well lately niggers are running their mouth,
Saying they're gonna take over the South.
Jigaboo, here's to you, if you can try it, man.

Cause Dixieland will never be free,
To a nigger and the NAACP.

Keep your Confederate money even if it's made of tin
Keep all them crinolines honey, the South shall rise again

No Susanna, oh don't you sit and spin
If we all turn out with a rebel shout the South shall rise again

Haul out that picture of Stonewall, tack it up with an old gray pin
Raise up them Stars and Bars, the South shall rise again

My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo
We have washed ourselves in niggers' blood and all the mongrels too
We're taking down the ZOG machine, Jew by Jew by Jew
The white man marches on!
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Я видел их всех в клетке в зоопарке
Мы умывались кровью черномазых и мулатов тоже!
Мы разрушаем сианискую машину.

Come all you sons of freedom, and join our Southern band.
We’ll find those carpetbaggers, and drive them from our land!
“Our Justice” is our motto! And providence our guide!
So jump into the wagon…and we’ll all take a ride!

So wait for the wagon, the Segregation Wagon!
State’s rights is the wagon so let’s all take a ride.

A NIGGER'S lookin' today,
For that big welfare check,
He will get when the man brings his mail.
By his mailbox he'll stand,
With his black outstretched hand.
Will there be any checks in his mail?

Will there be any checks?

(notes c,d,e,f)
Intro: (C walk up to the F)/F.../C.../G.../C...

C F
She said someday I'd understand what love was all about.
C G
She said I could have the kids, she was moving out.
C F

L.B.J. was a-flyin' one morn'
Over south Louisiana...feeling forlorn
When he looks down below, and what does he see?
Two cajuns pullin' a nigger on ski's!

So he lands, and says, "Thanks for helping your black brother!"
And them two cajuns just looked at each other
And said, "He might be smart, but I'll tell you something..."

L.B.J. was a-flyin' one morn'
Over south Louisiana...feeling forlorn
When he looks down below, and what does he see?
Two cajuns pullin' a nigger on ski's!

So he lands, and says, "Thanks for helping your black brother!"
And them two cajuns just looked at each other
And said, "He might be smart, but I'll tell you something..."