Baggie of Blow in your pocket.
Lick your finger, stick it in the bag,
Stretch and reach over the Bar,
Offer your frosted finger to the Dancers.
I am not the only floozy who went SNORK
On that stubby coke-finger
And then went home alone
And laughing at you.
You never ever got laid
Cuz the bouncers kept you
But not your coke-finger,
Far away from the pu^^y.
When you ran out of coke and got itchy
Off into the night you lurched
To grab rich girl pu^^y.
They had their own coke.
You say LIE!
Pocketful of Dope.
You are fake news.
Bad news. So You.
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