Jump out of bed, and I head for the grapenuts, eat 'em quick, and they soggy, and that sucks. Trying to find a clean pair or socks and a shirt, still sportin the same drawers, even though they hurt. In the fridge, there's a faygo, it tastes ill, cuz it's fatter then a bitch on a bigwheel. I got a few moneybacks and little change, so I'm heading to the store when the phone rings. "What up man, check it out, I know this bitch, she's got another friend with her and her dad's rich, if we find us a ride out to Wyandotte, guarenteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot." Oh shit, let me call Bill-Bill, I wanna go, I let my nuts through the windmill. He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark, cuz I know he can get the fuckin Skylark. He said he can, but he's broke, and it needs gas, but I wanna up on his faygo, think fast. I know my brother Jump Steady got a few bones, but that's going through his shit when he ain't home. "Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten, no need to get punched in ur head again, tell Mike to scoop me up on the way, and it's faygos and neden hoes all day!" Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Wings on my feet, lock the house, and wait for 'em in the street. I wish I had a piece or gum or something, fuck, my mouth still kinda tastes like grapenuts. Here they come, nope, wasn't them. Seems like the same car's driving by again, it pulls up "Hey man, your outta luck" W-whadda say man? BOOM! . Fuck! |