One of my favorite poems, written a decade or two before rap music became an industry and nearly a half century before "gangsta" became common lingo, by H. Rap Brown:
"Man, you must don't know who I am.
I'm sweet peeter jeeter the womb beater
The baby maker the cradle shaker
The deerslayer the buckbinder the women finder
Known from the Gold Coast to the rocky shores of Maine
Rap is my name and love is my game.
I'm the bed tucker the cock plucker the motherf_cker
The milkshaker the record breaker the population maker
The gun slinger the baby bringer
The hum-dinger the pussy ringer
The man with the terrible middle finger.
The hard hitter the bullshitter the polynussy getter
The beast from the East the Judge the sludge
The women's pet the men's fret and the punks' pin-up boy.
They call me Rap the dicker the ass kicker
The cherry picker the city slicker the titty licker
And I ain't giving nothing but bubble gum and hard times
and I'm fresh out of bubble gum.
I'm giving up wooden nickels 'cause I know they won't spend
And I got a pocketful of splinter change.
I'm a member of the bathtub club: I'm seeing a whole lot of
ass but I ain't taking no sh!t.
I'm the man who walked the water and tied the whale's tail
in a knot
Taught the little fishes how to swim
Crossed the burning sands and shook the devil's hand
Rode around the world on the back of a snail carrying a sack
saying AIR MAIL.
Walked 49 miles of barbwire and used a Cobra snake for a necktie
And got a brand new home on the roadside made from a cracker's hide,
Got a brand new chimney setting on top made from the cracker's skull
Took a hammer and nail and built the world and called it
"THE BUCKET OF BLOOD"
Yes, I'm hemp the demp the women's pimp
Women fight for my delight.
I'm a bad motherf_cker. Rap the rip-saw the devil's brother 'n law.
I roam the world I'm known to wander and this .45 is where
I get my thunder.
I'm the only man in the world who knows why white milk
makes yellow butter.
I know where the lights go when you cut the switch off.
I might not be the best in the world, but I'm in the top two
and my brother's getting old.
And ain't nothing bad 'bout you but your breath."
