highway40  

You hate America. Shame on you! Shame! Blah on your people, anti-American!

But...

Shh... I'm not through. You people come here to plant bombs and kill children. Blah! Get on your camel and be gone! Blah!

Aight, check it. Don't be playa hatin, dawg. 'At ain't cool. I ain't havin' none 'uh dat. I was born, raised, and still stay in 'uh Parish, yo. So don't talk if you ain't know.

Act your own race for God's sake!

A brotha cain't git no rest deese days... Shit.