Yo, Check This Shit Out




Hangin Out In Bars Can Become No Joke



When You Start To Drinkin Gin Rum Bacardi And Coke



Or Martini And Rossi, Asti Spumante



Even Forties Being Shared Throughout The Posse



Jukebox Is Slamming Throughout The Bright Moon



With The Melody, Of A Soft Barry White Tune



I Sit Back, Like I Got It Made In The Shade



Holding My Dick As I Talk To The Barmaid



Excuse Me Miss, "Alright Here I Come



May I Help You?" Yeah, Double Shot Of Rum



"On The Rocks Sir?" Mm-mmm, Not At All



Who The Fucks Need Ice Inside Of Burning Alcohol



I Reach In My Pockets To Tip The Whore



But I'm Clumsy, My Change Start Falling On The Floor



I Play Macho, And Say Leave It For The Sweeper



BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP My Fucking Beeper



I Start Stumbling To The Phone Booth



Revealing All Symptoms Of Drinking Ninety Proof



The Phone Booth Door Is Closed, The Light Is On



The Girlie Just Dialed Nine-seven-zero Porn



She Sit Back, With Her Legs Cocked In The Air



While Her Fingers Do The Walking Through Her Knotty Pubic Hair



Her Eyes Are Shut Tight, She Moans And Groan



I Hit The Glass, "Get The Fuck Off The Phone!"



She Jumped Up And Said, "You Just Had To Be The One



To Interrupt Me When I Was Having So Much Fun"



I Said, "Hold Up, Yo, Bitch You Think It's Cute



To Be Perverted Let Alone A Sleazy Prostitute"



She Said, "How Can You Try To Disrespect Any Female



Or Me And My Homegirls Just Because We Sell"



I Said, "Pussy? That's What You Call It?"



She Screamed Out, "You're God Damn Right You Alcoholic!"



She Said, "This Is A Public Phone And You Do Not Run It"



I Said, "So Is Your Pussy But Can I Use It When I Want It?"