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Pimps (free stylin at the fortune 500 club)

Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears throat*)
Here we go
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
when my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a pimp
*chorus*
That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the straws?
But the hoes dont choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp
*Chorus*
Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were just leaving...
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see
*Chorus*
Well how did you like that then?
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking
shit
Yeah we are taking all these
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these

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Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon  
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha  
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip  
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something  
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices  
We sing like authentic rappers  
Well then could you muster it for us  
(David you must do)  
Well if they could make this music more funky  
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears throat*)  
Here we go  
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller  
You could see I'm David Rockafella  
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller  
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills  
But no need for prophylactics  
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk  
But my cream got amino acid  
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions  
If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time  
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these  
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites  
No impurities, straight anglo saxon  
when my family got their sex on  
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit  
Make the army go to war for Exxon  
Long as the money flow, I be making dough  
Welcome to my little pimp school  
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules  
Flash a little cash make you think you got class  
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass  
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit  
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps  
I'm just a pimp  
*chorus*  
That is so cute  
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?  
Well, what should I do?  
Why don't you rap for us?  
No, I...  
Come on old boy I did mine  
I...  
It's so tribal  
Oh very well  
Oh goody!  
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures  
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure  
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti  
I am tearing this shit up like confetti  
My money last longer than Eveready  
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose  
This is just like the straws?  
But the hoes dont choose, I chose you  
No voodoo can hoo-do you  
from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo  
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks  
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed  
and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps  
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap  
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy  
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy  
Let you out like linoleum floors  
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars  
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen  
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps  
I'm just a pimp  
*Chorus*  
Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him  
Are you fellows rapping?  
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing  
You know one two three  
Well actually we were just leaving...  
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk  
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk  
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me  
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money  
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun  
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me  
Hol' up your hand if you love the money  
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny  
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody  
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see  
*Chorus*  
Well how did you like that then?  
Well we really must be leaving you  
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again  
Something I picked up in the Carribean  
Yeah yes I remember  
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you  
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie  
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!  
Please please pass the bubbly  
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking  
shit  
Yeah we are taking all these  
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these