throwaways jamming
passing a clearly finished roach, what am I supposed to do w/ this s.hit, eat it?
dead batteries
fake dope boys
fake gangsters
fakers in general
white boys that want to say racial slurs to ya so bad but they see you w/ 4 other killers gettin in the chevy
drunk frat boys
the dodgers lack of a solid power hitter
golddiggers
gold diggin whores
sluts
gold diggin sluts
hoodrats w/ no manners
whores
empty 40's
running out of blunts
empty Hennessy bottles
seeing my 401k dwindle since my job is bein a punk b.itch about matchin over 10%
when you wash up your D.ickies but forget to lay em out, thats how wrinkles happen
runnin out of white tees
not getting my lowrider or businessweek subscription on time
readind yesterdays newspaper cuz the paperboy is scared to pass by and collect for this week
havin to wait to get my chips ahoy fully soaked in milk before eating, I mean what up w/ that
chumps that speed by in their 240s in my barrio knowin damn well they got no balls to stop and at least mad dog or say somethin
followin the 240 chumps to their house only so they can tuck their tail between their vagin's and act like scared lil b.itches they are
soggy frosted flakes, I mean damn I can only eat em so fast
wilfred brimley