Marty the maggot

Marty the maggot was born in dead man's eyes, in an abandoned building twin two vacant lots in bed sty,

They took away the body after a few weeks went by, He was gettin' kinda gamey,

But Marty didn't care because by then he'd become a fly.

He landed on a crack [bad word] head that first day out flying on his own,

What he saw upon her filthy bed made him feel right at home,

Her pimp had od'd and died on the bed and had turned as blue,
As a black man can turn, but just between me end you.

Chorus
Life as a crack [bad word] ain't all it's cracked up to be,
Neither is being a maggot, but at least you can fly off and be free, one day,
Just like a caterpillar become a butterfly, by and by,
At least a maggot can one day look forward to one day becoming a fly

Marty the maggot, now a fly, sure liked the taste of [bad word] 

Like a filet mignon,  But a dead [bad word] pimp was better, so he landed on his lips,

Marty didn't see it commin' and in a second poor Marty was squished,

When that crack [bad word]  not seeing Marty, gave her dead pimp one last kiss.

Chorus
Life as a crack [bad word] ain't all it's cracked up to be,
Neither is being a maggot, but at least you can fly off and be free, one day,
Just like a caterpillar become a beautiful butterfly, by and by,
At least a maggot can one day look forward to one day becoming a fly

And all a crackwhore can do is od or get aids and die