You feeling like a pimp? Go on, brush your shoulders off
But you can get swept as soon as I mop the floor with you
Don't wind up in a strange-land with the deranged man
Those with short change can't keep they two cents before that they exchange hands
'Cause that's a nuisance, about as much as someone I knew sense
I started using my brain, but didn't gain any new sense
And won't even give focus with a few squints, looking through tints