Alright Anons,
The hour has dawned
To write out a meaningful poem...
The goal it is said
To write and have read
About a particular nig as we know 'em...
I'll commence it to start
And write from the heart
Of The Ballad of Jiggabo Jones:
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Ol' Jiggaboo Jones...
T'was well known
Dat dat nigga wuz a theif
He'd steal from the whites
Eben doe it ain right
And used all their gold for his teef.
(Continue)
Skin blacked, it was stricken
With a penchant for chicken
And an unhealthy love of the pork...
For fear they'll be takin'
The assistance he's fakin'
He stabbed himself wit a fork...
He blacked your wife, and your girl
Just to see his face would make you hurl
You're a cuck now, just accept that
Ol jiggabo jones fucked your wife, how about that?
Because he's a dindu
He jived to the windu
And collected the white man's money...
The people who'd need it
They couldn't believe it
And now the whole office smelled funny...
Ol jiggaboo were troubled
By his inards dat bubbled
From pork chop ate undercooked
Then a nog-log did slide
Down the back of his thigh
And fell in his pants that were sagging
Those pants they were stolen
By Jig's cuzin, Bowlin
Because he'd spent all the money on crack...
But now he was wishin'
That he wasn't bitchin
About all the shitstains on his back...
...Because Ol Jigabboo Jones is a black man.
And that's what niggers do
They'll lie they'll cheat they'll steal
And they'll blame it all on you
Niggers are the worst
Of society's curse
But the cucks in power won't own 'er...
So dey copped dat gud weed
An a foe-ty indeed
From dat likka stoe on da coe-nah...
Dressed like a fool
Ol' Jiggaboo drooled
Up to fat white woman one day
He spoke like a retard
Just like a retard
And said basically hey
Canna gea halve on that cigarette
Appalled and fleeced
She called the police
To tell them what Jigaboo did!
Dispatched right away
They were met with dismay
When the cigarette was for his kid!
A jigga bo do what a nigga gonna do
but we all know that they are controlled by the jew
The jews said, "Oy vey!"
And scuttled away
To ply the ghettos with crack...
If they could trick niggers
Then (((they'd))) be the richer
And get those gentiles off their back.
I cannot go on anymore. I am incapable of feeling anything but nigger-cock, loneliness or endless satisfaction.Even when I try to be with a friend, I feel like I am alone and that my heart is about to burst.Today my nigga Deshaun was asking for food for the 10th time in 5 hours, so I completely snapped by throwing his EBT cards all over the ground and filling his bowl until it overflowed. I chased the young black youth asking "aren't you hungry now?? huh?? I thought you wanted food?? why don't you fucking eat??" until I let him outside, picked up a sweeper, of which I used to sweep a couple of EBT cards before collapsing on the floor crying loud for what felt like an eternity. After I was able to get myself off the floor, I took a bunch of erectile-dsyfunction medication and prepared it in a bag for when I have finally hadenough,which I feel will be this weekend. Fuck..
-Wayne Lambright
The white man is pained
By societal drain
Glancing at ropes they let out a sigh...
For gone are the days
Of the acceptable ways
To lynch all those niggers up high...
To set blaze a feral negro shade
We wrapped in capes and went on crusade nowadays we just pay the cops to kill the things
And divide from their whole side
So they start fires.and chimp out hard
Proving theyve been lesser all along
They paid Dr. Grunkey
To prove they were monkeys
A fact all of us know to be true...
We took it to media
And on wikipedia
But alas, it was stopped by the jews...
So Ol' Jiggaboo mated
While the cucks all debated
Of justice so social and true...
And the redpilled's doors they did lock them
And loaded their shotguns
Down on Malcolm X Avenue...
Ole jigaboo jones
Smoked lots of crack stones
Till the sickness went down in his bones
He ran, he jumped, he stole
He ate watermelon From a bowl
Then one day he didn't give a fuck
Jigaboo jones was hit by a truck
Off to the hospital
He called his mans Roscoe
And in fashion slipped out on the bill...
At the breaking of dawn
His negress did spawn
More niglets to add to the welfare bill...
He said
who u been fkin now hoe
Slapped her so hard her jaw broke
Then went out to buy some booze
Old English and grape soda
Is his favorite drank
Up in his cup
Called his cuzzin shaqoda
To buy som dank
And to say wasuh
Wasuh Jig?!
Said the other nig
As they drank down their poverty juice...
Imma go come up
Once we get toe up
And hope we dun find ourselves in tha nooze!
Dawg, dats a bet
So they stole a Corvette
And drove to the nice side of town...
But something was wrong
Good folks don't bump their songs
And that car's way too nice for a brown...
So the good folks called it in
Just as Jones would begin
To trade his foodstamps for malt liquor...
The police they all came
And knew Jonesey by name
But damnit if niggers ain't quicker!
Losing his Jordans
He'll flee from the warden
And the grasps of the good people's law...
To live one more day
On the government's pay
And explain to other dindus "how to ball..."
Bump
Jones, jumping tall fence,
Pondered, "Whut next?"
As the sirens were beginning to fade...
So he hit up Shaquesha
Said, "Im finna beat'cha,"
Over a five dollar can of pomade...
Cornrows all greasy
He hit up Dakwishi
And sat around on the stoop for some time...
They sat on their ass
And smoked up the grass
Devising their next heinous crime...
A good one came by
With a tear in his eye
Saying, "Jig why not go to community college?"
They sat there and laughed
And sneered at the good one's gaff
For suggesting they go get some knowledge...
"Ay dawg dat ain right
Why yu tryin be white?"
Ol' Jiggaboo Jones did sneer...
The good one moved on
Knowing they're too far gone
As they took another sip from their beer...
Now at noon's sky
Thirty niglets ran by
Asking Jones if he wuz they daddy?
He said, "Shooooo... I ain knoe...
"But dis weed fire doe..."
And then told them to get off his Caddy...
Then a girl he called Boo
Came an stepped thru
Her head bobbing braids in a fury...
Jig knew she was mad
At one of the dads
"Foe tryin ta do me straight dirty..."
Apparently cut short
By the honorable court
For making false claims on Childcare Form 7-30...
She didn't know the jews
Limited her screws
Only up to three offspring...
So now she came 'round
To find Jones on the ground
And to start bitchin' bout dat ring...
Responsibility calling
Ol' Jones wouldn't be ballin'
If he had a trap whore for a wife...
In all of his years
Through all of his beers
Responsibility is a much worse sentence than life.
Quality thread OP.
Glad I could be a part of it.
Thanks!
Pretty nice poem, saved.
Thanks! I have saved the whole thread and will repost if it dies.
Bullshit, You're just some nigger looking for a little nigger attention.
"Yo dawg dis bitch crazy,"
But the answer was maybe
Some of these kids might be his?
So Jones starts to panic
And thinks up crimes manic
To account for the shots of his jizz.
Lookin' for fun
And gripping his gun
Jiggaboo Jones stumbles down the block...
But unlucky for him
Lil Ray-Ray pulled in
And Jones had the wrong caliber in his Glock...
"Nigga yu owe me!
Don try an console me!"
Jived Ray-Ray all grabbin' his dick...
Jiggaboo Jones took aim
And aped, "Bitch whutz ma name?!"
As the aimed glock jammed up with a 'click.'
"Yo dawg I'm jus playin'!"
Jones started exclaiming
And pussied out from the fight...
Lil Ray-Ray was pissed
Cuz dis nigga tryin' dis
Then realized all dey problems were white.
The fight started to bore them
So they stole some more Jordans
Cuz no one else was around to see...
They made some more noise
Then decided they're boyz
Because of a shared felony...
You're just a faggot
It's really just tragic
Because I'm white as white could be...
Next time you post
Make sure it's not boast
So you don't get schooled by OP.
DAS RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITEEEEEE
^^^...They exclaimed
As they count pocket change
Because dealers don be hustlin on credit...
If it's white crack cocaine
Or that loud shit insane
Y'all niggas know Jones bout ta get it...
Bump
Looking to cop
Dey ran down da block
To Boosie who's holdin that dope...
Jones pulled out the cash
Then got his face smashed
When Boosie left him with a bag full o' soap...
"Fuk dat nigga!" he said
Now devoid of his bread
Turns out Ray-Ray was part of this caper...
But don't feel bad for Jones
And his bunk crack stones
Cause niggas know Ray-Ray 'bout his paper...
Now far off in a college
Liberals pump "knowledge"
To snowflakes sat high on a shelf...
As anons we look on
To this swan song
And scream, "You know they do it to themself!"
Because everyone knows
As the redpills all go
That cucks pat themselves on the back...
For talking about things
And the feelgood it brings
Is the same as a plan of attack.
"It's not their fault!"
Thick rimmed glasses all balk
Until they all become triggered...
Being progressive around blacks
So they try to relax
And then one of them becomes niggered...
"Provide description of the suspect,"
To this police inquiry they object
But I doubt they say, "It was a person."
Conflicted by truth
And blinded by youth
They secretly think, "Nigger," and curse them.
No one else knows a verse to 'The Ballad of Jiggaboo Jones' that they'd like to share?