Dirty snow melt in the spring hatch these frozen niggers out the woodpile.
Some cowboy ride around with the noose on, looking for his last roundup.
"I live with my boots off," The Singing Tumbleweed told your reporter, leaning against the whitewashed brick wall of heroin slowdown.
"I'll cut your white pecker throat and leave you a squaaawwking chicken. I'm nobody's fool --- good public school of hard knockers and know how to handle this horrible case. When is a woman not a woman? When I cut her motherfucking head off."