Street Hassle.

Hey, that cunt's not breathing..I think she's had too much, of something or the other, you know what I mean. I don't mean to scare you, but you're the one who came here, and you're the one whose gotta take her when you leave. I'm not being smart , or trying to be cold on my part and I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve..but you know people get all emotional and sometimes man, they just don't act rational. They think they're just on TV. Sha-la-la-la man, Why don't you just slip her away.You know, I'm glad that we met man, It was really nice talking. And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak, but you know it could be a hassle, trying to explain myself to a police officer about how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed. And it's not like we could help, but there was nothing no one could do, and if there was, man, you know I would have been the first. But when someone turns that blue..well, it's a universal truth, and then you just know that bitch will never fuck again. By the way, that's some really bad shit that you came to our place with, but you ought to be more careful around the little girls. It's either the best or it's the worst, and since I don't have to choose I guess I won't, and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest but why don't you grab your old lady by the feet, and just lay her out on the darkened street. And, by morning, she's just another hit and run. You know, some people got no choice, and they can't never find a voice to talk with that they can even call their own. So the first thing that they see, that allows them the right to be..why they follow it, you know, its called bad luck