Bad Bad Buck

Don't you fuck

with Buck,

else he'll fuck

you up in muck,

stranded like a duck,

neck-deep in schmuck,

choking on your luck,

and one last "what the —"

Don't you fuck

with Buck,

else he'll fuck

you up in muck,

like a broken kayak

ass-up in schmuck,

no warmth to tuck

your pride back up,

broken teeth, tough luck,

and one last "what the —"

Don’t you fuck

with Buck, 

you fat-back truck,

you broke-down ruck,

you filth-born muck,

you derailed duck, 

for he’ll fuck

you up in a pluck

of silence, stuck

between breath and luck,

left traded, sold, and out of buck,

bruised ego, begging luck,

and one last “what the —”

You know I meant no duck.

I meant you, you motherfuck.

You came riding your luck.

You came praying I wasn't Buck.