Crack-Ass, Poem by Stewe Sundin

Crack-Ass Last night I took my pickup To pick up my best gal I saw you standing on the corner With your bitch and all your pals You ain’t nothing but a crack-ass With your pants down to your knees Showing me that ass-crack That I don´t wanna see Don´t want that hip-hoppety-shit Your weed or designer gear I just need my rattle snake boots My Marlboro cigarettes and a six-pack of beer If my mama was here She would pull down her skirt Grab you by the ears And rub your nose in the dirt Boy, you better cover that tail Or your sweet caboose is mine I used to fuck faggots like you in jail When they were showing off their big behindPoem by Stewe SundinDrawing by Janne Karlssonwww.svenskapache.se