When you see someone who is running around harrassing you and your friends at 3:30am for a ciggarette or dollar, but you cant understand them because you arent fluent in complete gibberish.
They vibrate when they talk and like to chase moving cars, and talk to themselves in the middle of busy streets.
(Also a leading suspect of leaving corn pattys around the city and busters in the bathroom stalls)
Crackey: "yo boy, you gotta siggatte, dolla, hey you gotta korta, buy me a boyga.. Where yall goin??"
AJ: "yo cracky, get the fuck outta here! We aint got shit, just 40s, shortys, and knuckle sandwiches"
Cracky(while dropping a fresh corn patty): "yo ill eat that too"
An inbred sheep dickin', illiterate / hillbilly-d poppin', white trash (or not) southern racist with a heroin or opiate addiction. Known for fathering several younger brothers (Leroy, Luke and Levi), and a sister named May (aka mama) in an effort to boost the working population for the family's All Natural Fertilizer business. A cracker so dumb, they stole Oxytocin instead of Oxycontin from the drug store cause they couldn't spell. A cracker so dumb, they still use manure as the "secret ingredient" for binding the Sowbelly n' Tuna Croquettes.
Luke: How many times do I have to ask you May, to sleep in my bed and keep me warm. Don't make me insist on it now.
May: You're not the only one in this family with problems.
Luke: When my brother, I mean my daddy is dead and buried, I'll be the next one in line to be gettin' with you regular like.
May: That's fine thinking Luke! You mean to tell me, "when that smack cracker brother father of our's dies for the hell he has caused this family's gene pool", you gonna be my daddy too?