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There’s a high-class hobo drifter
bumming rides throughout the land
Grip the Grifter ... 
watch it society women, don’t shake his hand!
If Grip get a hold of your purse money,
he ain’t letting go
Grip talks fast
Grip remembers slow
Yesterday to him
was a glacial year ago
Grip walks with a fake limp
Grip give promises like an honest pimp
Grifter Grip talk green acres all the time;
pie-in-the-sky, milk and honey sunshine
Grip sez he gon set you up nicely:
steaks and bourbon, satin and lace
But, he always seems to need a ten spot from you,
and a ride to his other place
Grip gon spin it good and long,
sing that “hey, my brother” unity song
Grip always gon keep the details short,
tell you his inside woman was a mole,
so he had to abort
And the investment money 
never made it out the safety deposit box womb
But, that’s alright, Grip sez: 
he’s gon double your return with interest, real soon
Just front him another Benjamin 
to help defray the lease rent
With a hand held out, Grip vows
it's only a temporary cash flow pinch
Con has such a peculiar liquidity stench
Grip loves froggy jumping into defraud waters
Sly licking himself, the Grifter sez
with a lewd lip bent and lurid tongue intent:
“Every sucker needs a good grifter devil sent”

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