A bitch, I say, will always be a bitch
She dresses like a slut, and slips around
I ask her why she’s playing out of school
She tries to slap me, but I hold her back
Then Dilsey tries to help that little slut
She calls her “damn old nigger” in return
I drive the slut to school, then go to work
The only Compson worth a damn at all
I try to speculate on cotton fields
But Jews up in New York have fixed the game
The money in my box is mine to count
Regardless of the niggers that I feed
No nigger, Jew, or bitch will keep me down
I’ll play enough to win the game life sets.