Yo ass is getting tricked out, bi-otchh! From the pernicious pimposity of the Pimpster! Succumb to my salacious succulence.
I'm being blinded by his bling and distorted by his dissertation...and now I'm being allured by his alliteration. Must fight back.
Give in, baby, to the power of the Pimpster. 'cause as soon as you capitulate, then we shall commiserate and the world will be on my dinner plate, and be no longer able to player hate.
His pimp powers are going crazy. He's permiating the populace with his pimpaliciousness. I've got to do something.
Meanwhile...
Are you still expecting the coffee concoction to be conveyed? Because, if not, I can go to the store, to get some more, of the cool coffee beverage that you're craving for.
Has the world gone crazy? Why is everybody talking like some dumb ass on Def Poetry Jam? Is Bill Ivey the only sane person left?
