The Pimp

The Pimp

La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo,
La la la la la la lo

One time, two time, givin' me a slow one
Flippin' lovers hands, with a trigger of a handgun
Three time, four time, throw me on a big bed
Open up yer mouth, I'll put a bullet in yer dumb head
Oh..

Blip blip she shifts, smells of a little hot sun
I know she can dance, but she really is a fat one

Well I must admit I was a little scared, when she got undressed
And it was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed

And it's all sick n gentle
It's all fuckin' mental
It's all over before it begins
And it's all worse than dying
It's all terrifing
It's all little pistols and pimps

Lying on this big girls floor
Tell me something, tell me more
Pistols on her swollen bed
Pointing at my aching head

There was a singer in the windows and a humming in my poor head
She was smoking in the corner and said I hope you, don't you feel dead

Well I must admit I was a little scared, when she got undressed
It was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed

And it's all sick n gentle
It's all fuckin' mental
It's all over before it begins
And it's all worse than dying
It's all terrifing
It's all little pistols and pimps

Lying on this big girls floor
Tell me something, tell me more
Pistols on her swollen bed
Pointing at my aching head
Chase me half way down the street
Shootin' at my aching feet
Got no I.D
Got no clothes
Am I dead?
Christ only knows