Ode To a Pimp
The Pimp is my Shepard, I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green Pontiacs: he leadeth me beside the busy roadways.
He restoreth my Ho: he leadeth me into the paths of sexual explorations, for my Pimp's sake.
Yayeth, though I walk through the streets and the boulevards, I can be beaten and shot in my puss, I shall fear no evil: for my Pimp is with me; thy Pimp's rod and switch blade they comfort me.
Thou preparest a bed before me in the presence of liquored up horny johns: thou anointest my head, with a fist.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my whoredom: and I will live in the Cadillac of the Pimp forever.
Say men.
Comments (2)
he must have cheap hos with only 4 dollars in his hands.