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The Streaker
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Yes! I am The Streaker!
The hot pussy seeker!
And when I get through ridin' up 'n down inside a bitch's cock,
It's bound to be weaker!
I'm The Streaker for more reasons than one.
Streakin' through a crowd is how I have my muthafuckin' fun.
Now alla you women that wanna get a good look,
I want you to line up and empty yo muthafuckin' pocketbook.
But when it come down to streakin' I ain't no beginner.
I'm a hard dick brother and a pussy hole winner.
I jumped up and streaked the day I was born,
Never did give a fuck about about puttin' clothes on.
When I was 12 bitches was chasin' me down the street,
Trying to get a look at this big, juicy, mellow piece of meat.
I was streakin' down the street one bright sunny day,
And a old, old lady passed my way.
She said, "Son, I'll be glad when you become 18,
I'm gonna give you a fuckin' like you ain't never seen."
I said, "Lady, why wait for so much time to pass,
I've been wantin' to tear up that old gray ass."
She said, "Be cool, come to my house after school.
So I can teach you the good fuckin' rule."
I pulled out my dick, it was so shiny it looked like it was painted.
The ho took one look and damn near fainted.
Then I stuck it in the ho and she began to shout!
She said, "Oh Mr. Streaker! Please take that muthafucka out!"
I whooped that pussy down to a frazzle.
Her head was in a spin and her ass in a dazzle!
I'm a natural born streaker, from my heart and soul.
I busted my nuts in many a bitches pussy hole.
I was streakin' down Broadway,
And a bull-daggin' bitch had this to say:
She said, "Muthafucka, tryin' to blow my game!
When my bitches see yo dick, just won't be the same.
I said, "You're right! You're rubbin' belly to belly and skin to skin,
You're dick is too short and you know it won't go in."
That bull dagger challenged me to a fuck.
I said, "Bitch, you just run out of luck.
Before I take the time,
To put fuckin' you on my mind
This is what you gonna have to do:
Drag Nixon around like a dog on a leash,
Chain whoop his ass till he beg to be in peace.
Lick the wrinkles off his hairy balls and chin,
Take a .38 Special and beat his long nose in.
Take hog guts and neck bones and make em taste like duck under glass,
Tell him he's no longer President and kick his muthafuckin' ass.
Then before you split,
Baptize him in maggot juice and day old shit.
Put Alioda in the po' folks line,
Fuck him with a banana till he break down cryin'.
Outrun the dog on a Greyhound bus,
Make the eagle on a dollar sing "In God We Trust."
Do this in the morning before you make up yo bed,
Stretch yo pussy over yo muthafuckin' head.
Get hooked on glue and junk,
Put a good spit shine on the ass of a skunk.
Then I may find somebody
That will know somebody
That will tell somebody
To ask somebody
To hold yo hand
While I kick yo ass to the Promised Land
Because I am the speaker,
For all streakers,
And I'm known to make any pussy weaker!Copyright © Rudy Ray Moore
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