Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I never met a black who liked my music.

Okay, gang, as you know, I left a few days ago

How y'all doin'?

It's very near and dear to me,

And damn it, I don't care.

Oh, yeah, I hate African Americans.

see if it's all right if I stop by?

My name is Jimmy Rebel.

* I love you like chinks Love math and sneakin' *

I bet that's gotta burn you up.

This is the silliest shit I've ever heard.

the residence of Mr. Uncle Ruckus.

It's about the music, ain't it?

* Just leave My snow-driven beauty *

You wanna play a game?

Robert, have you ever met somebody

* I love you Like coons love chicken *

* It's the last great thing A white man can call his own *

And know what else I realized?

to meet the feller who sent me that amazing song.

You see, I sent him my music

more decades ago than I care to remember.

YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU AND EVERYBODY ELSE IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD.

How about that?

If all blacks acted like you, Toby,

But I am not afraid to say, Robert Freeman,

There's so many other things to make music about.

* Any way you figure *