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you wrong."
God damn his soul."

Frankie ran back to her crib-joint,
Three little pieces of crepe
Fixin' to do him some harm.
Hanging on the crib-joint

Frankie and Johnny

Duke Ellington

Duke Ellington 1938

'Cause he was doing her wrong

So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard

Frankie and Johnny

Louis Armstrong

Double Exposure: Freddie Hubbard & Louis Armstrong

1992

'Cause he was doing her wrong

So bring on your crepe and your flowers
Bring on your rubber-tired hack
'Cause there's eight men to go to the graveyard

approaches
With a plate full of crepes
Grapes with the blunt to chase
Teeth paste, lay waste, lay pipe say grace
Regular George would say that's dynamite
JJ

This little girl's hand
Grips her mother's
As if it were a rubber hold
On a rock climbing wall
Tears down her cheek, a quiet creek
Carving a valley

here doing
Money and bop
Uncle gave me a bag
I took it crepe shop
I didn't even know what it was
I just know it weighed a lot
Then I got paid a lot
Then

I need a rubber popping to turn my teeth into prunes 
Gotta eat somehow, someway, sometime soon 
I need some untasty vitals before I jump to the moon

a death wave
It's record breaking triple x-rays
They rubber-necking like it's sex tapes
It's like they catch you when you gestate
Hit Mr. Drummond with that