Yo Hooks , you think you da Mac-Daddy of Rhyming ?
But your really a wacked-out-fatty with no timing
On the corner your begging for dollar bills , but your raps aren't worth dimes.
This morning pleaded for a welfare check , fat-bitch told ya , "End of the line."
You may think you are with the power that-be's
But you can't run a crew , when you depend on government-cheese.
I aint gonna say no-more , about being-poor
Its wack , and sad enough about your last job working kid
I heard it was for a 900-sex number and you were payed for jerking it
You got a dollar-and-a-half for every time you dropped a load
then spent your packcheck-real-fast at Macy's buying pantyhose
its bad enough you like eating Spam out of a Can
but dressing like Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs ?
like the old saying goes I guess , to each his Own ...
Shit HoOks , quit your job at least, I'll give you a Lone.


CrazyE