Pootie Mac
Pootie Mac
Little fella got a big gas tank
If Pootie roll on by,
and you down low try
to pump a fake cry
Mac gonna give a mean honk
A huge sphincter toot,
that’s gut fuel premium rank
Guaranteed to stop all the traffic noise
of rumor-for-hire boys
So if you get kicked to the curb,
and wanna know why ...
Mr. Mac will moon roof truth tell you:
“Bald tire exhale sputter don’t get no thanks,
or ‘Be safe’ goodbye”
Pootie gon narrowly, back end utter:
‘Cous, you’re a lie ... and your breath stank
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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