Eighties Street Talk
What it look like, home?
Mofo been messin’ with my chick.
Cat thinks he slick.
He cuttin' me to the bone.
I want to see him alone
I got to hit him with my stick.
Ain’t nobody gonna mess with me.
‘Cause I am number one, you see!
So what’s been shakin’ with you, blood?
Anybody messin’ with you?
You still seein’ that honey?
She takin’ all your money?
She givin' you the itch?
You gotta trash that *****.
Robert Pettit for Craig Cornish Talk That Way contest.
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