Party was going at the shady nook. The bitches was bragging about the fools they took. Went through the doorstep, hobo band, we hadn't had a dollar since God knows when.He was shaking with the paws, his eyes was red, his lips was chapped, but they heard what he said. Ladies of culture and beauty so refined as that one among you that would grant me wine.I'm raggedy, I know, but I have no stinkin'. God bless the lady that'll buy me a drink. Heavy-hipped hattie turned to Nadine with a laugh and said,What that funky motherfucker really need, child, is a bath. Said, Will you limp them crazy Seymour shoes? I bet you my ass the bottoms are made of Daily News.Said, Get moving, motherfucker, before I call the man, cause if I had a dime, it wouldn't reach your hand. Said, Lizzy Lou, of all the dames that hawk this game, now there's a tramp just for you.Lizzy Lou was four foot two and weighed 555. That funky motherfucker was an answer to a hippo's desire. She sat there speaking with a southern drawl, says I wouldn't let him suck the cum from my brawl.Shut up, hoes and people alike. I only listened to your spiel cause I was raised to be polite, but I think you've said enough for one motherfuckin' night.Nadine, you lowdown, scroungy bitch. You sittin' there like a dog with a seven-year itch. And look at you, hattie, I brought your mother from the house of God to the house of sin.And if you tell the truth, bitch, I broke you in. You hoes layin' around here with the wine-o'-shakes and the nipples itch. You can't sell enough ass to make a bed bug rich.But if you do happen to score for a pint of wine, you start to braggin', you done made big time.Say, if you find a sucker, get your quarter for that trim. If syphilis don't kill him, you'll marry him.Say, you hoes layin' around here talkin' about your call to man. You better try to keep your ass in this coconut shade, cause if the man come, you make a sad motherfuckin' parade.According to all the high-class bitches that I've ever seen, compared to schoolgirls, you hoes are sure enough green.Now look at all these pretty green hundred-dollar bills, and look at Hazel turnin' green round the gills.I know you bitches thought when I walked in I was bustin' down on my luck, but the next time you see a gentleman, keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut.