Thursday, September 22, 2005

Ratchet Ass

Cadillac grills,
Cadillac bills.
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills.
matter of fact,
candy paint Cadillac kills,
so check out the hoes my Cadillac fills.

Twenty inch wide,
twenty inch high,
Hold on to my twenty inch ride.
Twenty inch thighs make twenty inch eyes
hoping for American twenty inch pies.

Pretty-ass clothes,
pretty-ass toes.
Oh, how I love these pretty-ass hoes.
Pretty-ass, high class, anything goes.
Catch them in the club throwing pretty-ass 'bows.

Long John drawls,
Long John stalls.
Any stank puss make my Long John pause.
Women on cell making long John calls,
and if they like to juggle, get Long John's balls.

All my players in the house that can ride the bar,
and the balling-ass niggers with the candy car,
if you're a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes,
when you get on the floor, nigger, throw them 'bows.
All the women in the house, if you're chasing cash,
and you've got some big titties, and a matching ass
with your fly-ass boots or your open toes,
when you get on the floor, nigger, throw them 'bows.

Dirty South mind blown,
dirty South bread.
Cat fish fried up, dirty South fed.
Sleeping in a cotton-picking dirty South bed.
Dirty South girls give me dirty South head.

Hand me down flip flops;
hand me down socks.
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks.
Hand me down a fifty pack;
switch a sweet box,
and goodfella rich niggers hand me down stocks.

Mouthful of platinum,
mouthful of gold.
Forty glock cal.,
keep your mouth on hold.
Lie through your teeth,
you could find your mouth cold,
and rip out your tongue 'cause of what your mouth told.

Sweat for the lemonade;
sweat for the tea.
Sweat from the hot sauce;
sweat from the bleed.
You could sweat from a burn in the third degree,
and if you sweat in you sleep, then you sweat from me.

All my players in the house that can ride the bar,
and the balling-ass niggers with the candy car,
if you're a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes,
when you get on the floor, nigger, throw them 'bows.
All the women in the house, if you're chasing cash,
and you've got some big titties, and a matching ass
with your fly-ass boots or your open toes,
when you get on the floor, nigger, throw them 'bows.

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Throw them 'bows.

Unknown said...

This is almost as good as 19th century Victorian poetry.