Manajè twa

Manajè twa

"Oh no, no!"

"Oh yes, yes!"

blubbered

Lawrence I

whipped this thing

I'm cockeyed as hell

I'm

silk

crouched

to give you

five hundred bucks

I guess

I'll be

oily

shying away

the blur of traffic

This Rat-Face

is rotten

and

's going to burn