[Flavor Flav mentions the Wack Sack a decade later in one of my favorite songs, "Cold Lampin'"]
Oh the wack sack
That’s where the wacks go into the wack sack
All the wacks they break their backs
The non-wack they get out free
No extra charge as far as i can see
Oh the wack sack
That’s all where the all the wacks go
I’ve been there all by myself
The wack sack
Etc.
The wack sack is a purple sack
A maroon sack a green sack
Whatever the color may be
Oh the wack sack
Is where all the wacks go
I’ve been in there all by myself
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)