Attention please. Attention please.

My name is Uncle Ruckus, no relation. I want to sing y'all a brand new song I just wrote called "Don't Trust Them New Niggers Over There". Sing along if you know the words.

Don't trust them new niggers over there, leaving they nigger essence in the air...  Them happy, nappy head niggers, with they finger on the trigger... Don't trust them new niggers over there!

Don't trust them big nostrils over yonder... They suck up so much air it'll make you wonder... Don't them new niggers, with they spidey little nigger figures... Don't trust them new niggers over there!

We will use the tools that God gave us to fight the nigger: The whip, the noose, the nightstick, the branding iron. These things strike fear into the heart of the nigger. The job application.