Hobo Joe
has no home
he roams alone
in search of gold
I told Hobo Joe
to hit the road
but Hobo Joe
came back fo' mo'
he was in the war
he emplores
he swore and swore
it's why he's poor
you hobo dick
hit the road quick
I'm getting pissed
controlling my fists
"just twenty five cents
and I'll get" he insists
but I know his tricks
these bums are sick
I hold the phone
with the dial tone
and Hobo Joe knows
it's time to go
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
just wait, one of these days he'll pop up out of the back dumpster and scare the sh** out of you. That gives me an idea... The all you can eat dumpster buffett. All the bums of zoo town would be raving about it, not that they aren't raving already.
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