The Cramper

Have you ever known a free lancer Thinks that he's a camper Known around my way as the cramper Like p.m.s. always pokin' But he won't go away with a little motrin Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder The worms kinda like I guess a modern day felix unger When ya first meet em ya think he's o.k. But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way Hear say here I say thru the grapevine He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line Just like a little f**kin fag He always wants to get high but never has a bag Never works says he can't find the right job Ain't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad He's the dampest there's no one damp Huh huh.... he's the muther f**kin cramper Now the crampers red, there's no one redder, He rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater He's sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer U come home he's at your house drinkin your last beer Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him Always wearin out his mother f**kin welcome And then sporty's never that cautious He sips from your forty and he always backwashes Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it Let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it He's the dampest, there's no one damper Huh huh.... he's the mother f**kin cramper