KATRINA:
Just laugh it’s gone
Like the end of my sawed off
Or the reason I bought one
Its all just locked up in a box
And buried beneath us
Its our little secret
Keep hoping we don’t get caught
Cause if they dig it up
Itll be the end of us
It gives meaning to this song
Ill no longer be useless
At my execution
My friends will all sing along.
And they’ll say
Put P p put your hands where I can see em’
Cause Haiti be, the new Orleans
Im a K k k k hurricane
And if you end up hating me
Then sell me off, for gasoline
You can escape this scene
You don’t need me
Put P p put your hands where I can see em’
Cause Haiti be, the New Orleans
Im a K k k k hurricane
Im B b burning down the colosseum
And Haiti be, the new Orleans
Im a K k k k hurricane
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