My Leather Jacket
 

My Leather jacket,
Is so whacket.
It's fabric is nice,
So for comfort -- it will suffice.
My jacket is made of leather,
and it's resistant to the weather.
Until you get hit by a lightning bolt,
My jacket won't stop the jolt.
It's going to give me mad cow disease,
Don't let that happen to me, please!
I like it 'cuz it's black,
You look cool when you're on the attack!
It smells real good,
for all my homies in the hood.
I got it Saturday,
Wearing leather jackets is the way!

Don't rip it, or I'll rip you.

By TheFoxx

© 2004 TheFoxx (All rights reserved)

 

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