Dedicated to our friend rythymicme

 Broke Man's Rant

Brain frozen stuck,

Yet I'm exploding trucks full of stolen bucks,

Full clip and still loadin' up,

I get a thrill off bank holdin' up,

I feel the chips but it seems I can't hold enough,

My hunnit' spikes ain't gold enough,

Broke and unexposed,

But all the semi-pros are fucked,

A broken smile of a golden child

Realizin' being chosen sucks,

Without any flaws,

I'm servin' tricks,

plus I'm known for givin certain virgin chicks,

Menopause,

Because you're know friend to me,

Like Santa Clause,

Jumpin' down my chim-in-ey,

With one gift,

Bette run quick before Rudolph suddenly becomes sick,

Then I'm off in the most like Kris Kringle,

money clips full of singles.

My chips don't fold it jingles