As my late father would say, ‘niglets’ or ‘porch monkeys’. In all honesty, it’s not racist, but rather an semi-humorous and accurate description. There’s a function place in society for that type of ridicule because nothing else but a beating will make a baby momma think.
Damn!
That’s what my mom called me.
I even remember her singing the
Mama’s little ****** love shortin’ bread song.