Down among Mugabe's niggers,
paid in money made from blood,
pulling, with great pleasure, triggers
waiting for the giant flood.
Help yourself, we cannot feed them,
kill as many as you can,
Africa will never need them,
Africa is not for man.
I'm not Jesus, breaking bread,
stretch one lousy fish to feed,
those who ought to be long dead,
white man go for black man's need.
God will never punish me,
you, my people may not live.
I am God, my eyes do see
seas of blood, for you to give.