Y'all want to see a dead body?
Yeah.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Look like Freddy Kruger got him.
He stink.
That's how they smell after a while.
I wonder why people didn't do so much, what?
(SINGING) What to your mom besides a cops bullet.
I got stock footage.
4K.
Blu-ray.
Picture like Doc Gooden.
Clear crack.
New post cards photos.
He is back.
It never heals with no scab to peel back.
Blood and tears.
Got body parts for souvenirs.
Want to see a black dead body like Tamir's?
Yeah.
Huh, welcome to the spectacle.
Where they still chant gated, be it sports festival.
Where the Negroes are always delectable.
Straight from Dahmer's freezer and cop
is squeezing your testicles.
In living color with body camera confessionals.
You think you gangster.
Well, meet the professionals.
Ain't no sex, ain't no age limit.
You can watch Daniel Holtzclaw rape women.
Body slamming black girls.
Why they ain't swimming?
And you still think that you escaped prison.
Well, those bars stay different.
I got a new video.
It's over eight minutes.
With dangerous visions.
No families permissions.
You can here their last breath if you just listen.
Listen.
[GRUNTING] I can't breathe officer.
[GRUNTING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GRUNTING] Come on, man.
I cannot breathe.
[GRUNTING] Come on, give me--
come on, give me--
I can't breathe.
[GRUNTING] I can't breathe.
[GRUNTING] Please.
Please.
[GRUNTING]
You know what I'm saying?
[INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER]