Pimps should be swept under the street.
You can kiss your sweet ass goodbye,
You'll never strut around here again,
Find something soft on which to lie,
Your death is closer than it's ever been.
Time to take it on the chin,
You knew one day you would die,
Too late to repent for your sin,
The end of your pimping ways are nigh.
When luxury has lost it's high,
Even the President couldn't spin,
An answer to your questions why,
Your vanity has done you in.