Old Curley Is Burley By Poefree

OLD CURLY IS BURLEY I’m telling you dude, the man is as wily as they come He’ll leave you wishing you were dead or numb His name is Curley and I don’t know why I just know he’ll sell you dope and watch you die I learned years ago about Curley’s way As my pace slows down and my hair grows gray Whom so ever raised old Curley should be in jail And this ain’t no made up fairy tale He’s a living and breathing son of a b***h And his momma must have been a witch Because old Curley casts specious spells And he does so with each dime bag he sells Okay, I dare you dude, turn your back on the mother And you’ll swear to Christ he’s Satan’s brother When you cop from him there’s always a doubt And for sure one of his hot shots will take you out So go ahead and deal with that which the devil designs But when he boasts about his dope you’d better read between the lines Selling dope is okay but killing junkies is no way to behave And if you don’t heed my words I vow to visit you at your grave © 2011.….Poefree