Lyric 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuckin cramper