The 12 King Pimp Commandments lyrics

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

The twelve king pimp commandments

It’s pimp gator, peep the jewels

A king pimp’s been here for years, representin’

There’s rules to this shit, I’ll break down a lesson

Step by step, like a booklet for you to sweat

And try to apply, to make yourself fly

Number one, must be strong in mind and spirit

When idiots talk inferior shit

Brush it off when you hear it, never fear it

Don’t put a knife to a broad, ‘cause the penis is mightier than the sword

Peep the metaphor, you’ll find more

Cats invaded your crib with nickel-plated thirty-eights

Imitatin’ Satan, you wouldn’t be intimidated

You must play past the devil’s trickery

Prison liquor and hits of E, nicotine and chicks with V.D.

Number two, must control seven or eight cunts at once

A freak for each day of the week, the eighth is a lottery stunt

Must handle them with cleverness, kindness, shrewdness, intelligence, but never with an iron fist

Number three, only fuck with a bitch when you’re both clickin’

Sparrows don’t fly with eagles, peacocks can’t strut with chickens

Four, must withstand all criticism

‘Cause a man whose wife is gettin’ pimped doesn’t understand her sippin’ jism

It’s a profitable business, to rationalize into cynicism that it’s wrong, but it isn’t

Number five, never let a female be equal with you

Equal rights, a fantasy, it will come back to normal soon

Refuse to have oral sex with your woman unless you choose

Do not accept “If you do me, I’ll do you”

She was put on earth to serve men

She might enjoy a cuntlick, but deep down, she’ll lose respect for you then

Only animals you see lickin’ sex organs are dogs and cats

Females know, during their period, cunts are filthy like rats

Six, you’ll use violence in self-defense

To protect yourself, friends, family, women, and what you possess

Number seven, never strike a bitch with a pipe or a knife

Only strike ‘em to shock ‘em back to reality’s light

Toss a bottle at her, hit her with a golf club

Break a mirror over her head, but never make her draw blood

You can start flippin’, grippin’ her like a victim

But never start hitting, this is called the king pimp’s whippin’

Number eight, since cleanliness is next to godliness

You must keep your hygiene clean regardless

A shower a day’ll do, and keep your physical being

In the best condition possible it could be in

Number nine, you’re never stingy, greedy, thrifty, or cheap

When it comes to you and your peeps

You owe yourself the best treats

Number ten, never sweat when a bitch leaves you

Knowing the story of a man’s life, it’s a bitch coming and one going

They come better the next time

They only make room for a higher grade bitch, the next one is always a better kind

Eleven, you’re only expected to keep a woman a term of four years

Unless you’re fortunate enough to get reelected

And if she leaves before her term is up, she faked it

‘Cause she wasn’t ready for a king pimp anyway, kid

Let her fuck with the other fifty-one pimp types, they’re better for her

Welfare pimp, blind pimp, dumb pimp, et cetera

Twelve, there’s leaders and followers

A king pimp never follows a hollow-headed dick swallower

Or a trick equipped with a wallet full of dollars

Even a scholar of Kabbalah doesn’t get followed

The only one that got it like that solid is God, kid

‘Cause he’s brolic, he understands every topic on how a pimp rocks shit

Follow these rules, you’ll have mad D-cups and A-cups

Bitches runnin’ around butt naked with pretty makeup

The respect these bitches will have for you will be sacred

Slut, pay up, I’ll put your fuckin’ head in the toilet, wake up

The twelve king pimp commandments

No doubt, respect it, it’s pimp gator

All you pimps all over the earth, rock with this