that's what tha pimpin's there for

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, ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly, pimp representative, kat williams, a.k.a. money motherfuckin' mike, please do not get the game crossed up, in order for you not to get tossed up, whether or not you are flossed up, it is necessary in every pimp's life, to get bossed, hey, suga free, why roxy jockin', probably cause she don't want you to know she got, caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy, she said one time at band camp, she was a rat, and go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back, one day, i was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin', got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick, bossed up like it was nothin', i met her off the blue sky, i truly never knew why, but yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, cause i'm too fly, cause i'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood, because that's what the pimpin's there for, she sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back, because it's that's what the pimpin's there for, can you believe this?, first thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about, i would've told, "bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit!", you know you love her up, actin' like it's hard g-14 classified, man, all that bullshit should cover up, holy nickelodeon. you wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian. but that's what they get for love and shit, sincerly yours, suga free, and thank you for nothin', sippin' on that good bombay, rating these rat chicken traps all day, spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay, ask me what i do, man, i pimp and parle, what's really, though, i wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope, or chased a billy goat, but you don't hear me, though, pain and rent, you need to pray and repent, she might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp, and i ain't payin' respect, i'm just takin' a checks, and beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex, we keep it a.o.b. all on, baby, y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy, you trick harder than the nba, and got mad when your weeds got send my way, cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth, and wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else, cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem, if i wish the right records, i could sell her a dream, and y'all still poppin' collars, i'm a dust my kicks, why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks, i better boss up, vieja, go bring me some church n' chickens, jalepeno on the side, i better boss up, you look, you don't know me, until you blow me, suck it!, i better boss up, don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas, for his dog to lick, i better boss up, hey, bash, call fred wreck, tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey, i once put a chick in a guillotine choke, made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough, and this ain't no studio shit, how you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch, and i just call 'em how i see 'em, from a.m. to the p.m. it's young baby bash from a hustle mus-l-i-m, i spit caps, i spit caps, and send a hoe, to the track, in iraq,