stories that survived drunken blackouts, constant pleas to realize the greatness of the music I listen to, child raising tales, and other things that might get me fired.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Intro- The Deposit.
Slightly influenced by Ice Cube's death certificate...
The Landlord side- The mostly low down money grubbing not caring if they end up throwing you out in the street with your kids, robbing you of your deposit even though you cleaned and patched up the walls, never fixing anything that broke down in your apartment, scoundrels... (of course my present landlord excluded)
Intro- The Deposit
you better have good credit
or you might as well forget it
tear your application without hesitation
at the first mention of your section 8 requestin
this aint the projects I'm rentin'
soil my carpet paint my walls and I'll be ventin'
miss one month and I'll say peace
toss your shit out- oh was that expensive piece?
don't care if you on government cheese
so no excuses please
no I aint waiving them application fees
what you want the first month free?
or maybe for just a dollar?
hell no this aint no damn storage locker
and when you bounce take your trash kid
or your deposit I'll be taxin'...
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