Hey Mack, so they made a monster
A black monster
What a surprise, right?
I know, let's talk about it
This week on the Hellmouth, we've got some things to say
About the shit they're serving up at the stereotype buffet
Tap dancing through the twenties in that forties-style zoot suit
Chuck Berry's taste in the underage and Superfly slang to boot
Tired of seeing a bad guy every time I see my face
White people are not qualified to be writing and conveying race
'Cause when y'all try our culture on, nuance gets erased
Why don't you just step aside, give people of color space
Sing it Mack
Tell 'em
At first glance, you'll wanna dance, but take a closer look
Sweet's jazz tune is just a page from Robert Johnson's book
Sweet is cool, Sweet is smooth, until you realize
Some straight white guy justified these sinister stereotypes
While you show up for fashion, no matter time or place
I wanna watch my favorite show and trust the characters with my face
Instead I must resign myself to the writer's vapid taste
Ampata, Forrest, Kendra, Trick, BIPOC copy paste
Still not done, still have to talk about more
In Sunnydale, bad things always happen to girls who are underage
Like getting sacrificed
In a frat-house basement to a giant demon snake
Or being assaulted by the varsity swim team
(Who would make a tasty ceviche)
But of course the biggest predator would be
A Black man with the devil's face
To everybody listening who still think Sweet's badass
Consider this your crossroads, cuz now we have to ask
How much of our little song did you need to research?
Privilege provides the luxury to watch passive from your perch
So don't force us to compromise we've had e-fucking-nough
We should tell our own stories, it's really not that fucking tough
(Ohh...)
(Ah ha, yeah)