……look; up in the sky! It’s Cremation Mary, she’s scary, cause she incinerates pimps on the spot regardless of the cops, no jail, send ‘em straight to the chopping blocks in their drawers and socks. Damn, it’s Cassius Clutch, he’s fast as pluck, the drug dealer’s stash he snuck, ran out his classy chucks, that cost ten thousand bucks, his COVID mask is a Gucci plus, oh boy it can stop some dust, this boy is a fashion nut. Its another trash day, we could witness Scrap-Man in action, he’ll leave no stop signs standing, take the scraps home like Dutch Schultz told ‘em to, he’ll hold ‘em to, fold and mold em to, be at the scrapyard bright and early to weigh em to; got to watch your step, those manholes, he stole them to, his truck and uniform is gold and blue, his only weakness is catching the flu. Sam-bo Coltrane, an ex-cop, lips red and inflamed from a grazing bullet, hit over the head with a hot skillet, that’s how he got his superpowers, the hate keeps em up all hours, searching for his archenemy Crack-Towers, trying to get his fiends to take crack showers, but Sam-bo Coltrane is on the case, slapping his henchmen in the face, knocking their teeth out and selling em in cracks place.