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