>>84198091only good one in the series in my opinion.
Brown be hand and heart and bone,
El Goblino lurks behind a stone:
Consume the whites, fill them with dread
The mongrels spread. The West is dead.
In the black wind the mutts soon cackle
Creep up on you, and then they'll tackle,
Till your genes are truly stolen
Now your chromosomes are broken.
"Your not white!" he'll boldly cry.
As you watch your heritage die.