3 Tats and a Big Back

3 tats and a big back
3 tats and a big back/what’s that/that’s behind the counter at your local fast food restaurant/not asking can they help you/but what you want/hair style 3 different shades/to match the 3 tats and big back/back so fat/that’s the line where all the action at/3 piece special for here/hand delivered by 3 tats and a big back/back so fat/wrong words retract/and customers come back for 3 tats/3 stacks covers the wrist/3 stacks covers the neck/next paycheck going to the 3 tats that’s on deck/cuz you can never have enough tattoos this day and age/getting your body tagged like a Bronx subway is all the rage/3 tats and no stacks/what’s that/that’s that cat in the back of the restaurant dropping fries/whose conversation reeks of jewelry polish and lies/about tales as authentic as fast food apple pies/his no stacks become 4 stacks he got for selling 4 packs of that hard hard/two weeks after leaving the yard/off a bid that he began working on as a kid/his story is he was hugging the block/but misdemeanor trespassing was what he really did/so he got 3 tats on his back/a bible verse/his hood name/and his mother’s face/so with every lie and arrest/she shares in his disgrace/3 tats and 6 packs/6 packs, what’s that/that’s where 3 tats, big back and no stacks will land at/3 tats on skin heading south forever/the aftermath of body tagging that - way back when - seemed so clever/2 packs of menthol/2 6-packs of beer/and 2 packs of wrinkle cream applied at least 3-4-9 times a year/the beautiful marks begin to stretch and those sexy lips become just a smeared hickey on your neck/little red hearts have little heart attacks and happy faces begin to crack/those bible verses become unreadable/and that nostalgia becomes un-redeemable/but since PETA is still after Vick, there’s no one to call the dogs off/so 3 tats will continue to get mo tats, till the ink falls off.

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