(This is where the story get's a little unrealistic, pretend slavery is still legal in the US)

Next day, far from home,
The brothers planned the repulsive crime

"Let us grab him now,
Do him in, while weave got the time"

This they did and made the most of it
Tore his pants and flung him in a pit

"Let us leave him here,
All alone, and he's bound to die"

When some Ishmaelites,
A biker crew, came driving by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan 

"We like cash. Let's sell him if we can" 

Poor, poor Jong In, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?
Poor, poor Jong In, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?  

"Could you use a slave,
You biker crew called Ishmaelites?
Young, strong, well-behaved,
Going cheap and he dances nice"

In a trice the dirty deal was done
Wads of cash for Jacob's favourite son 
Then The Ishmaelites
drove off with the slave in tow
Off to the US where Jong In was not keen to go
It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell 

"And I don't speak English very well" 

Jong In's brothers tore
His precious multi-coloured pants
Having ripped it up,
They next attacked a passing homeless man
Soon the wretched creature was no more
They dipped his pants in the blood and guts of the man

Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop?
You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop?
Poor, poor Jong In, sold to be a slave
Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave

source (original lyrics): http://www.lyricsondemand.com/