Lead Check

Lead Check

They got me on the phones.
I'm the Reverend Duke.
And if I'm pulling leads,
Then it must be a fluke.

'Cause I ain't got the voice
As you all can hear
To make the ladies go,
"Oooohh&;#8230;. cheer."

Gatekeepers screamin' in my head.
Everybody's disconnected or dead.
Old men blabbin',
Won't shut up.
I said, "Listen here, Buddy,
You don't have enough!

"Fifty, forty, twenty-one, ten.
Even with your IRA, you can't pull it in.

"Your range ain't liquid.
You've wasted my time!"
My stats are fallin'.
Best rap up my rhyme.

But one last story
Before I drop.
I got one last cherry to pop.

Wife picks up the phone.
I said, "Where's your man?"
She said, "He's unavailable but I'll help you if I can."

I said, "I need your hubby."
She said, "Who's this?"
I said, "Listen here, Lady,
I don't pitch the bitch."

She screamed, "Take me off your list
And then get lost!"
I said, "Sure I'll take you off,
But at what cost?

See, I may be annoyin'
But I got time on my hands.
Got your address in my face.
I'm comin' to your land.

And that may sound mean.
That may sound sick.
But I've been waitin' twenty minutes
For a fuckin' lead check!