You there slave come clean my shoes,
Come clean my shoes before your whipped,
Come clean my shoes and make them shine,
You there slave your shirt is ripped,
You shall get whipped for that small little rip,
For that rip in your shirt youll be flogged when your stripped,
and the blood from your cuts will just drip yes theyll drip,
Now your lucky slave because you work for me,
Ill never hang you under the old oak tree,
See that maple on the hill,
Youll hang with a view till your breathe goes still,
Then one day the master fell off his horse and was severely injured. His leg broken and bleeding heavily as he cried out to the slave for help.
The slave answered back with a voice of revenge.
Master I have work to do,
I must fix this rip before I get whipped by you,
I must shine these shoes you know its true,
and I smile knowing sir that you bleed too.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-03 07:40:33
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