Transkript (en)

You leave. This here, what you take with you. Your black ass been all them motherfuckers at the big house to talk about for the last few hours. Seem like white folk ain't never had a bright idea in their life that's coming up with all kinds of ways to kill your ass. Now mind you, most of them ideas had to do with fucking with your foreign cars. Now that may seem like a good idea, but truth is, when you snip a nigga's nuts, most of them bleed out in about seven minutes, most of them. Well, ha, ha, ha, more than most. Then I says, shit, five, the niggas we sells to LaQuint Dickie got it worse than that. And they still saying, let's whip him to death, or throw him to the Mandango feed him stone dogs I said what so special about that We do that shit all the time Hell hells the niggas we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that. Lo and behold, out of nowhere, Miss Laura come up with the bright idea of giving your ass to the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company. and as a slave of the LaQuint Dickie Mining Company, henceforth till the day you die, all day, every day, you will be swinging a sledgehammer, turning big rocks into little rocks. Now, when you get there, they're going to take away your name, give you a number and a sledgehammer and say, get to work. One word of sass, they cuts out your tongue. They good at it, too. You won't bleed out. Oh, they does that real good. They gonna work you all day, every day, till your back give out. Then they gonna hit you in the head with a hammer, throw your ass down the nigger hole, And that will be the story of you, Django.