Lame and the ***. It's a lowdown shame how some of you cock-sucking lames you all claim to be so hip.Every time you open your mouth I know you're dead from the south and you're just another poor hustler's tip.You claim to be a big-time gambler and you got a fast money-making *** and you're supposed to be that ***'s first love.You're good at picking people's pockets and robbing supermarkets and you're a foxy boy in a pair of boxing gloves.But you play working men's wives, you'll even burglarize. In fact, you're good at all your temp.But your greatest mistake is when you decided your fate and thought that a lame like you could pimp.Because I've been pinning your style for quite a while and I can see you ain't down with the game.Why, the very bitch could make you both rich if you wasn't such a motherfucking lame.Because you got one of those ***s that look good in her clothes and she got that pretty velvet-like skin.And without a guess, when she lifts her dress, she's at least worth a fin.But that bitch you got, her cock gets hot and she's wild as a bitch can be.And it's a low-down shame how the bitch'll pull her train and give all her pussy away free.Then the bitch come dragging it home with her sick pad on. She's talking ***, daddy, you sure is sweet.When you go down to the store, bring me back a box of Kotex and don't forget to bring us back something to eat.But before you go, I want you to know that today I lost my job.And the money I drew, I lost that too. I'll cross my heart to God.See, there the bitch a lay, she's a picture of death, not one crying penny in her pocket.The bitch feeling fine, her breath smelling like beer, whisking her wine, her ass smelling like a dying fish market.See, you got to wake up lame and prove to this *** that you are not no goddamn fool.See, you got to prove to this bitch that you three-quarter jackass and that the other part of you is mule.See, you got to rule that bitch, you got to school that bitch, you got to teach her the golden rule.You got to stomp that bitch, you got to tromp that bitch and use her like you would a tool.You got to drive that bitch and got to ride that bitch like you would a motherfuckin' mule.And after the end of the month rolls around and that bitch's flag jump back in port,then keep every inch of your natural *** right down her ***-suckin' throat.And if the bitch starts to complain that she got pyre in her gums,put you some pillows up under that ***'s belly and then charge her *** some.Charge that bitch's ass and charge it hard till the bitch no more can feel one slide and fart.Then take the bitch out on the highway and drag her until she's damn near dead.Then take your pistol and shoot her right through her motherfuckin' head.Then send your message down to Tom Devil for to hell she's bound to go.Tell Tom Devil to use that bitch and to bruise that bitch because she's just another no-good hoe.Send please Mr. Devil just before you call your roll.If you got just one more trick left in hell, please charge that poor hoe's soul.And when her soul-fuckin' day's over and her pussy they no longer buy,throw you some more brimstone in the furnace and throw her dog ass in the fire.And when her soul is burned to ashes, put them in her jaw and send them to meso I can take them and show them to all these other free-fuckin' bitcheswho are going around giving their pussy away free.www.larryweaver.com