In the jungle of metal and steel,
Where the crossroads of cultures meet,
Where the honeys flow where the moneys go
As they're walking down on da street,

Now a working man got to have a plan,
When he works from nine to six,
For da pain of loving da ladies ain't nothing,
When he's out there lookin' for kicks,

And the clubs are packed and the women stacked,
Five or seventeen crazy rows deep,
Hot coochie mommas, with their own sugar papa's,
In da city that never sleeps,

Georgy Porgy pudding pie,
Kiss the girls and make them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away,

To stay alive in the city my brotha,
Don't you mess with the wrong kind of crowd,
When you're white boy trash in a black man's stash,
Do you think that you are allowed,

To mess with the honeys that hop round' like bunnies,
When you put your hand up their thigh,
For da pain of lovin' da ladies ain't nothin',
To the pain of beginnin' to die,

And the white honky boys with them flashy toys,
Don't amount to much when it sticks,
Coz da ladies like lovin' that a brotha came show em',
Coz da brotha has a giant ass ####,

Georgy Porgy pudding pie,
Kiss the girls and make them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away,

Da poor brotha can't get any, in the land of plenty,
Where the honeys take us all on a ride,
But da pain of lovin' da ladies ain't nothin'
Compared to da pain when you've died,

For da fool don't use rubber, when she squirms round like flubber,
And she spreads her milky white legs,
And remember you fool to stop thinkin' wit' yo tool,
For what kind of a lady begs,

For if she chose you sucka, why won't she chose anotha,
When her time with you is done,
So da pain of lovin' da ladies ain't nothin',
When you're sick like a son-of-a-gun,

Georgy Porgy pudding pie,
Kiss the girls and make them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away (repeat til end)

[by elfboy]

*Note: I tried writing this rap song. What can I say, except, I suck.