The Cramper Lyrics

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*ckin 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*ckin 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*ckin 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*ckin cramper

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