The lord has your unborn fetus

Juneteenth cumming all over your Thanksgiving pie
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
 
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which was a 69 Caddy
Money on her mind and a dope for a daddy
 
She returned to the east coast, met Barnacle Bill
He was considered the lord, lived on top of a hill
A powerful muthafucker that takes no shit
She just wanted some dope and to suck his dick
He knew something was about to go down
He had his finger on the trigger, her mouth was going to town
 
He was getting close, about to cum
That's when she knew, she could pull out her gun
As she was about to shoot him full of lead
His henchman shot her down, no pulse, she was dead
She had an appetite, trying to steal Barnacle Bill's dope
The lord cut out her unborn fetus and fed it to his pet antelope