Wiggers... I lived in a condo with a black neighbor and would work from home. The teenage boy would come from school at about 3:00 and always have white friends for some after school rapping and discussing events at school.
One thing that became evident is there was a definite speech code; the blacks could use the “N-word” and the white boys could not. So all you heard was MFing, MFing, and more MF’s in each sentence used by both whites and blacks. The Wiggers would never say that N-word but the neighbor used in almost every sentence liberally.(pun intended) But the whites thought by hanging with this black kid they were adopted into the full ghetto culture. This was suburbia but still they all walked around with their pants around their thighs and talked the talk — up to a point.
Charming isn’t it.