oil hag

50 yard hag, don't got no soil
people turn to run and warn the patrol
the sun itself happy to recoil
she's the hoily hoily hag of Oil

     lacquered and liquored 
you've paid to lick worse
           sober or snookered
we're born to that curse

get out a ruler
find one not a tooler
50 watt hag hair in curlers
fracking the earth like he was a high schooler

30 inch dick he on the case
measures the space
and forgets his place
50 ounce hag she got the taste

pumping gumption gas and hustle
30 speck dick lost and fussin
50 spoon hag, schlocking the gristle
no you gotta know there's a pistol

bam boom dumb 
50 dicks in a hag slum
onomatopoeia see the dummy
drum stag bum

                           50 mite leech 
pull her off of that long preach
                of the 30 dick speech
 that's all i  fire-got .  Impeach