I am headed to the Usual spot the corner
Liquor store where everyone hangs at to grab a cold beer
When I see the Hood Fella's
Shady Nate, Cadillac Will, Ron Ron tha Barber and J' Mack
The Gangsta of course
I said what all you Prison reject Mutha Fuckas
Doing up here on this corner
Cadillac Will says waiting on yo Mama Nigga
What you the fuck thought we doing here playboy
I said OH are we playing the dozens my Nigga
I said I don't think you Mutha Fuckas ready for me
Today on this corner I am going to set it off
I sad where is that Hoe ass Mama of yours
Cadillac Mutha Fucken Will
Tell her never mind about that Dollar
She owes me tell her to keep that
In tomorrow she can come in
Suck on this Anaconda again in we even
Everyone laughs in points at Will
Shady Nate says hell yeah that
Niggas Mama got that wet wet
My Granddaddy my Daddy in my uncle
Hit that shit
My Daddy told me her pussy good ass fuck
Ron Ron tha Barber says
I don't fuck with old bitches
But Will he says tell yo big legged sister she can
Suck my Dick any time in I want even charge her
We all laughed at that
J ' Mack trying to be cool had to jump
His ass into the mix as well
He tells Ron Ron where yo brother at that likes
To wear yo Mama dresses
Ron Ron shot back in said probably at yo house
Trying on yo Mama dresses fool
We all fell over laughing
J ' Mack wasn't ready for that shit
Ron Ron through at him
Cadillac Will says Ron Ron yo brotha is a closet freak
Ron Ron fired back again
I don't know my Nigga you should
Finger his pussy then you tell me what he is
Will says see Ron Ron I was being serious Dawg
Ron Ron says I was to my "G" it's all good
Matter of fact fuck all you old mutha fuckas
Bagging on my Mom's
Just cause she fucked with a pimp
Dosen't make her a Hoe
We all said yeah the fuck it does
If she was fucking with Memphis Slim
She's a real Hoe
I said all you old Niggas ain't seen the hair
On no pussy in years talking shit
Shady Nate said fuck you Tone
Talking about me
He said just cause I am fucking a white Bitch
Don't mean TRUMP
Want stop my food stamps
We all laughed
I said shit Nate you might be right player
I might have to go back to fucking that black Bitch again
So I can keep getting them
We all laughed till we cried
But that's pride not wanting to lose
The battle
Staying in it to Win
Knowing you could lose at any moment
Laughing and Joking with old friends
Is priceless
Talking shit is all the same Bullshit
But playing the Dirty Dozens is a whole Nother game
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2019 14:44
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about playing the Dozens the old folks would say, but basically it's making fun of people's Moms or Dads or even grandparents there is no hiding place, everything is above limits.
- Category: Unclassified
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