AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, mysterious woe, bury the old and new alike,

The world trembles as no cure is found,

The stubborn child of the white man who ignores other cultures,

Though sex will be forever and forever sweet.

AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, one white man's threat, not known for long in other cultures,

Only reigns in white man's laboratories,

And being defeated, they give it a gigantic name,

To confront the black healer, now and again.

Muti, muti, muti, no not AIDS,

Muti, muti from healers of years upstream,

And still to go millions downstream,

Where AIDS was not called AIDS, the healer has his own words for the disease.

Ten days the healer needs to cure your AIDS,

Three bowel movements needed to cut off virus,

Virus seen in second and third movements,

One litre of tonic herbs and sex is forever and ever sweet.

AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, revenge of the unborn,

The white man is unaware you are the remains of the Foetus,

Yes, AIDS is the poison from the aborted child,

Our ancestors have identified the muti, the signs and the symptoms.

Black nurses and doctors have become sellouts,

The custom they buried for a foreign culture,

When ours originated with the creator,

Who is in all science and all life.

He did hide the healing power in herbs,

And Christianity failed to align faith and creation,

The vagina is related to Rwanda and Kosovo.

The pussy being known for pleasure, instead of progeny.