Poottah
Three men went out with their heads on quite right
To fight to get wild things in sight
Their ties not too lose, no time for a snooze
Their colour of skin, it was white
Their mission, in heat they should find
Wild beasts for Mr. Kite
His circus, it had no more visitors in sight
Not even a cat that could growl
But deep in the jungle, Chief Poot and his Ahs
They did not like unexpected guests
They had this game with caught ones who came
A sort of quiz, you could say
As days went by, their time ran short
There was not a pet around
They had to find more teeth and more claws
To satisfy the need of the Kite
To find all this stuff, the jungle grew deeper
And deeper and so it would seem
Chief Poot and his Ahs would soon be aware
That someone was way to close
Then late one night Sly Bronson was caught
His head was pointing south
The Ahs were there in less than a sec
Even Rambo wouldn't stand a hope
Tied to the stick in the centre of all
Without his Bondwatch he was
He started to sweat, he started to cry
He didn't even notice Chief Poot
With use of what they had, they got his tongue rolling
He couldn't but tell their canmp palce
The Ahs and Chief Poot prepared for tomorrow
The beginning of the end
Tied to three sticks in the centre of all
Hundreds of Ahs were all around
Tension was rising as time it grew nearer
Time for the quiz
Chief Poot came into the arena
Quietness fell as monsoon
The first question asked: "Poottah or death?"
What poottah was, was not explained
But could it possibly be worse than death
Really no one could tell
Sly Bronson, the spaniard though had an idea
"Pootah the sentence for me!"
Fifty little black men came up from behind
Doing their thing up his rear end
Leaving him halfway to death
The question was put to D.J.
Gang bang
He also chose this pootah thing
But this time a hundred were there
Now if they doubled each time and they were enough
Your shit would be white for a couple of years
"Up your ass" Pal Bao thought "Just let me have death"
the Ahs started smiling so still
(Chief Poot nearing his body as the sentence was passed)
"DEATH BY POOTAH!"
Pootah
Três caras saíram com a cabeça no lugar
Pra lutar e pegar coisas selvagens à vista
As gravatas não muito soltas, sem tempo pra cochilar
A cor da pele, era branca
A missão deles, no calor deveriam encontrar
Bestas selvagens pro Sr. Kite
Seu circo, não tinha mais visitantes à vista
Nem mesmo um gato que pudesse rosnar
Mas bem no fundo da selva, o Chefe Poot e seus Ahs
Não gostavam de visitantes inesperados
Eles tinham esse jogo com os que eram pegos
Uma espécie de quiz, pode-se dizer
Conforme os dias passavam, o tempo se esgotava
Não havia nenhum bicho de estimação por perto
Eles precisavam encontrar mais dentes e mais garras
Pra satisfazer a necessidade do Kite
Pra encontrar tudo isso, a selva ficava mais densa
E mais densa e assim parecia
O Chefe Poot e seus Ahs logo perceberiam
Que alguém estava muito perto
Então, tarde uma noite, Sly Bronson foi capturado
Sua cabeça apontava pro sul
Os Ahs estavam lá em menos de um segundo
Nem mesmo o Rambo teria esperança
Amarrado ao tronco no centro de tudo
Sem seu Bondwatch ele estava
Ele começou a suar, começou a chorar
Nem percebeu o Chefe Poot
Com o que tinham, fizeram sua língua enrolar
Ele não podia deixar de contar onde era o acampamento
Os Ahs e o Chefe Poot se prepararam pro amanhã
O começo do fim
Amarrado a três troncos no centro de tudo
Centenas de Ahs estavam ao redor
A tensão aumentava conforme o tempo se aproximava
Hora do quiz
O Chefe Poot entrou na arena
O silêncio caiu como um monção
A primeira pergunta foi: "Pootah ou morte?"
O que era pootah, não foi explicado
Mas poderia ser pior que a morte?
Realmente ninguém poderia dizer
Sly Bronson, o espanhol, tinha uma ideia
"Pootah a sentença pra mim!"
Cinquenta homens pequenos e negros apareceram por trás
Fazendo suas coisas pelo seu traseiro
Deixando-o a meio caminho da morte
A pergunta foi feita pro D.J.
Gang bang
Ele também escolheu essa coisa de pootah
Mas dessa vez havia cem deles
Agora, se dobrassem a cada vez e fossem suficientes
Sua merda ficaria branca por alguns anos
"Enfia no seu cu" pensou Pal Bao "Só me deixe ter a morte"
Os Ahs começaram a sorrir tão parados
(Chief Poot se aproximando de seu corpo enquanto a sentença era passada)
"MORTE POR POOTAH!"