Why My Baby's Daddy Ain't
Got Me My Money Yet
My baby's daddy try to do good,
but seems like things always work against him.
He can't give me no money til he get
his disability check -- and that wack doctor sayin he not really disable.
Like that box didn't fall on his foot! Damn.
When he try to sell his foodstamps
to get the money, that nosey-ass bitch down at the center say she gonna
call the 5-0 on him.
He ask his momma to make his lunch,
but she won't do it -- she say she too busy with her baby. So he have to
buy it every day.
That nasty assistant manager at his
new job won't give him no overtime. And he ask every day before he go to
Lucky's store.
He's sure WIC covers Spaghettios, and
he tryin to find something that say so, so I can get them.
They just raise the price on the Whopper
again. Even the value meal.
That skank-ass momma of his son make
him give her money this week. You know she just spend it on herself. Like
she need to eat more Ho-Hos.
I hope my new baby's daddy have
more luck.
Perhaps you would care to return
to the Toad a la Mode menu.