The Wondering Crack Head

"I'm Crigity Crack",
yelled the hack,
He smokes the smack,out back,

"Yuns fellas all yackity yak,
till the day is black",
He's still holdin his hurricanes in the sack,

Now Mr. Crigidy lives in an ally,
And gets kind on rowdy,
When he sees "outsiders",

"What you lookin at you googly eye fool?"
He hates it when outsiders drool.
There shock and awe,
Created this cesspool,

But taking advantage of their befuddled state,
Mr Crigity looks on with his eyes filled with hate,
Reaching for his tin,
He shouts,

"There’s only one rule",
swinging his arm like he's attempting to duel,
"Dolla, Dolla, d...DOLLAR BILLS YALL"

Frightened for there lives,
The men run away with their wives,

Their footsteps echoed,
A rhythmic beat,
For Crigidy Cracks,
Rapping feat,

"Bj's for my baby doll,,
Don't go running,
Down,
my hall,
Unless you want to have a ball",

Hour upon hour,
Mr Crigidy continues to yell,
damning everyone to hell,

And sometime after the the sun set,
He collapses where he stood,
Spent,
And his mind content,

He glanced down at his hurricanes,
"I brought this on myself, you stupid old fool" he thought,

But his dreams of fame,
Did not falter,
Until he looked into his cardboard box,
And was filled

with shame,