The Crossover

The Show

A quick shoulder SHAKE,

a slick eye FAKE—

Number 28 is way past late.

He’s reading me like a

BOOK

but I turn the page

and watch him look,

which can only mean I got him

SHOOK.

His feet are the bank

and I’m the crook.

Breaking, Braking,

taking him to the left—

now he’s took.

Number 14 joins in . . .

Now he’s on the H

O

O

K

I got TWO in my kitchen

and I’m fixing to COOK.

Preppin’ my meal, ready for glass . . .

Nobody’s expecting Filthy to p a s s

I see Vondie under the hoop

so I serve him up my

Alley-oop.