Poetry

A Cadillac Verse

I’m chilling in a Caddy
Feeling like a mack daddy
Even my enemies say,
Not too shabby
Walking thru a crowd
And like Jesus they wanna grab me
Couple snipers on the roof
Who ain’t got the balls to stab me
Pregnant ladies, for baby names they ask me
If it’s a boy name him Jaddy
If it’s a girl name her Maggie
I’m smoking on a fatty
I rode from Chi to Cincinnati
Batmobile, I’m going batty
I pronounce pilates as puhlatties
I might say a thing or two to make you crabby
I got no time for depression, feeling saddy
Yaddy ratataty Waterloo wanabi
Oh and did I mention?
I’m chilling in a Caddy

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