Street Rat - Humble Pie

My mother was a mongrel bitch, she ran from what she saw

My pa worked the late shift taking bread from local whores

I never learned to read or write until the age of ten

And when I found out just what I was I started out again

They call me Street Rat, I mess with Street Cats

I loved a coal black woman she lived on Thirty Fourth and Vine

She kept my hambone in her kitchen and her artichoke was mine

Late on Tuesday evening I was cruising by her floor

There’s a blood stain on the pillow and brown sugar’s on the floor

Well, I’m a Street Rat, Yes I am, I’m gonna get my Payback

I’m gonna find that son of a bitch.

You hear what happened now?

You know what

happened to me!

I know it’s bad news, but bad news is good news eh?

Know what I mean?

I axed around a few whores, found the mother’s name was Clyde

I found him in a pimpmobile just over the West side

I held him by his fur collar and got out my thirty eight

Then I emptied all the inside on the outside of his weight

Don’t mess with Street Rat, Street Rat

You see I’d like to tell y’all about myself 'cause I’m feeling fine but I can

hear my main man coming and I’m running out of time

Man I’m getting down so far that I’m below ground