Skeezers, Skip-Skaps, Scallywops & Sleestacks

Skeezers, Skip-Skaps, Scallywops and Sleestacks; all the same,
four Ss fall like rain on ghetto chicks; it’s all a name,
descriptions vary greatly but I’ll try to touch em all,
the feat of which I speak you understand is nothin small.

Let’s start off with the loud ones who are dyin to be heard,
their voices strike like thunder; underneath’s a triflin bird,
whose wings don’t spread that far with ignorance in what they talk,
they think folks wanna hear em so indeed these cluckers squawk.

The next type are the ones with birth canals all stretched to s**t,
that “hotdog down a hallway” style from six or seven kids,
by six or seven jigs; get child support and welfare too,
so many names to call them; what’s remaining? Well there’s two,

the Scallywops and Sleestacks are the ones that hit their knees,
to set some n****s up and hit their cheese; they'll get deceased,
these chicks are 'round the way; if they're your flavor get you one,
just do not call em hoodrats; names are listed; pick you one.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

This piece was inspired by absolutely nathan, just my sick sense of humor.