We burnt down Atlanta before... next time we'll burn all you hillbillies down!
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Ricardovitz
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Tain't nothin but a bunch of jibber-jabberin, 'n cryin - some dum 'ol boy cain't pick but one string in a gitar - twang, twang, twant....boom, boom boom. Dern't mean nothin to me. Far as 'tlanta go, it was a mighty fine city once upon a time. Now, tain't nothin but a bunch of african zoo monkies throwin thar stinkin scat all 'round. Thank thar Lord itan't nowheres near me! Them folks down thar in Forsyth county dern't let them African monkies spread thar filty past them - they ain't shy 'bout it neither. I reckon them Forsyth county folks were smart 'bout slingin jews from trees too. Too many queers, 'n latte-sippin yankees livin in them sky-boxes infesteratin that filth-hole. Yankees is the root of all evil in America. Jest plain 'ol bad folks. |
General Sherman
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Oh you dimwit Dixielanders! We kicked your ass all over your 'glorious south' once before and by christ we can do it again. remember this song Ricky? Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. You'll be hearing it again soon if you don't stop your bad mouthing us. |
Ricardovitz
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Yessiree, General - I know that thar hymn as I know the Gospel. Lemme make sure you git it right, cuz it's Dixie's National Anthem, and soon it's gonna be the National Anthem of Kentucky, W. Virginia, Missouri, Arizona and Utah - next states to gonna be admitted into the Republic of Dixie. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the Yankees where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen God in the watch fires in the evening dews and damps We have builded Him an altar for the sacrificeof Union Camps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His troops keep marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; “As ye deal with damn Yankees, so with you My grace shall be; Let the Heros, born of Dixie, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my Lord, to beat the Union to ajubilant defeat; Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. In the miserable dispair of Palestine Christ was born to you and me, With sword and shot He hath beckonedus from far accross the sea: As He died to make men holy, let us lmake the whole South free; While God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on. He is coming to place the mark of Cain accross every Union grave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the South shall be His thrown, and the North of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. |
FlimFlamMan
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Interesting, even the dimwit white men of Southern USA recognise the long existence of Palestine. They state that the layabout hippie Jesus was born there in their miserable dirge. |
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