It’s Thuggie Duggie

……Jail got you negroes moving backwards, you’re suppose to clinch your butt cheeks, not pull them apart, your celly whipped that ass so bad, the ring on his finger created a spark, and almost started a fire, had you in there with black fingernails and for hire, every since you’ve been paroled you been walking a wire, if the hood knew, your street cred would fall below Mike Myers,

We don’t care if you change your attire, you should never be allowed to sire, protecting our manhood is dire; you a punk and don’t care about contaminating our kids, undercover homo-thugs infested our neighborhoods like bugs, serenaded the streets with overcompensating rap lyrics, all cause your manhood was took, damn, this is one for the books.