Frosty the Crack Ho'

Five more days till Christmas which means there are four more shopping days to buy your ho' a little something special. Show her some appreciation during this festive time of year. Personally, I don't know any trick turning streetwalkers, but I am quite certain some of you do. For those of you with close, intimate relationships with a ho' or two, this one's for you.

"Frosty the Crack Ho'"

Frosty the Crack Ho' was a ratched, smelly slut,
With greasy skin and some nappy dreads,
And a giant ghetto butt.

Frosty the Crack Ho' had chlamydia they say,
She sniffs blow but the fellas know
She's one hell of a lay.

There must have been some poison in that
Last batch of cocaine.
For when she snorted those two lines,
She screamed out in pain.

Oh, Frosty the Crack Ho'
Tried to dial 9-1-1,
But her pimp just said, as he smacked her head,
"Fucking bitch, you sho' is dumb!"

Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Get back on the street.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
While you still has feet.

Frosty the Crack Ho' knew her looks would go to hell.
So she said, "Let's fuck,
And we'll try our luck
At making your dick swell."

Down on her knock-knees,
With his shriveled cock in hand,
Stroking up and down,
Trying not to frown,
Saying, "You is one fine man."

He gave her crabs and HPV,
And then it came in spades,
He only laughed as she did cry,
And told her he had AIDS.

Now Frosty the Crack Ho'
Was pissed off I won't lie.
No more turning tricks or sucking dicks,
'Cause she was gonna die.

Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
This crack ho' must quit.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitch, you ain't worth shit.