"Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk,
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"},
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target,
when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"},
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted,
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}..."
Look over in the corner,yo. Dru Hill bitches, hot as fuck.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.