The Supervisers Fam-iliar

Think about this.....
A lil skinny Indian Bitch
Runnin round town wit'cho check, in her purse.
Thinking when you see this bitch later she mite make you curse......
......At her, but I can't.
This skinny bitch is my supervisers cousin.
Damn, shit I need my check.
Looking at the time hell it's damn near 3.
Lunchtime done pass, & I ain't really eat shit ( a chicken wing & a
french fry is all I was left wit)
I got bills to pay & some coming out of my account t'day & really fuck
what you gotta say.
It's Friday afternoon and you shuckin wit my patience, I done already
made plans & really don't won't you fuckin up my weekend. ( I could do
that shit myself. Huh.)
Ah shit, 2:45 and this bitch still ain't here, reaching in my pocket
to find I ain't even got enough to get a beer.
Really, this bitch better bring her ass.
If I get to the bank any later they going hold my check until Monday,
& I got shit to do on sunday.
You know the big game.
The cowboys are coming to town & I got tickets.
......If my shit don't clear. How in the hell am i posed to make that
happen for myself, wit'cho runnin your ass round town wit my money in
your pocket.
Probly getting your hair, nails, & pap-smear done.
Shit, why you couldn't drop my money off before your pussy appointment.
I ain't trying to disrespect nor am I trying to make fun. I feel the
pussy should be checked & tended too every once in awhile. But why on
payday.
Why dont you just reschedule & make that bullshit another
day. I am sure your pussys fine, cuz I got a
funny feelin it ain't been touched in a while. You should bring my
money now. That way when I get to the bank there won't be a large
crowd. Come on & bring my shit & turn this frown into a smile. Maybe
this weekend I could have some fun with my pals.
Another hour had pasted again, I began to think that we really weren't
on the same team. If I wait another minute I sware I going fuck around
& scream.
& holla.
I think she driving my young ass crazy.
Think about it y'all....
She probly laughin at us rite now, sittin & shootin the breeze not
really caring bout what we got to say.
Just think about if it was your check & it's this late in the day.
Yo' ass'll probly get on the phone & call the white man up, but i
cant. So I guess it really dosent matter to you. Huh.......
Cuz you & my superviser cousins.
What the fuck is goin on.
Where the fuck you at wit my muthafu.......
Ah shit here she go now, ringing me on my phone. I take a look at the
time to see it's rite before 4. I wanted to answer like: " Where the
fuck your skinny ass been all day with my muthafucking check......."
but I couldn't, cuz this inconsiderate muthafucka I'm talking to is my
supervisers cousin.
But on the real I answered the phone with some sense & good news
followed. She asked me to get somebody to come up and get our checks.
And you know what happen next, everybody got they shit together & meet
that bitch at her car.
When we get to her to collect our pay.
I start looking in her face to see if she had something to say.
She handed us our checks & looked at me like she had an attitude. Like
I inconvienced her in some way. Last I checked I was waitin on your
lil snooty-poo.
I wanted to say something to her rite then, but the wrong words came
to my head. Me thinking that if I say something now, everyday 12:30
I'll be still in the bed.
This bitch must done lost her mind.
Think it's gone be that easy for me to lose my mind & my job.
Look bitch I am smarter then you think. Let me stop standing around
here looking at your skinny ass and make my way to the bank.


Now tell me was all this called for. Am I wrong for say what I said,
because I care about my more then I care about hers. Fuck that I bet
if that were you who knows what you mite do.