When we escaped the borders of our land-
an' what a small Black Hole of a land it is,
but it's home-
runnin' from th' ravages of BP and Katrina
that finally gave us that reason
to get out like we'd been seekin',
an' found shelter in yer surroundin' territories
what'd you do?
but call us country coonasses,
and immediately start stockin' up
on every gun legally available t' you.
what's so scary about us poor mixed-up folk
coming in various colors, ethnicities,
an' speaking diff'rent languages
that you would need t' go an' do somethin' like that fuh,