John Hill: The Blockbuster Rap

This is a little poem/rap thrown together for our friend John. Remembering old times...

In ninety-seven movies and games were what you knew

Workin' at B-buster was the shit for you

There from four to close, baggin lots of hoes

'till Tom Cardinal said "man, this kid really blows"

You finally had enough and said "fuck this shit"

You told you boss Carrie to suck yo' dick

They kicked your ass out and you lost yo' job

When your wife found out, she slapped yo' little knob

Broke and distraught, you were lookin' for a meal

You went down to Kroger's and worked a deal

They said "what's your story", you said your name was John

They said "here mother fucker, put this apron on"

Now your makin' eight bucks, you had nothin' to wear

You said "fuck this gay shit, I'm outta here"

It was back to Cinncy, you left yo' big wife

You were out of Columbus, time to start a new life

Great job, John!