The Lament of Murphy The Pimp

Listen up, sweet sister,

'Cause Murph don't like to shout.

You're almost turning twenty five.

It's time that you turned out.

'Cause, when you're blue, who's good to you?

Who gives you laughs and kicks?

And on the street the way we eat

Is to turn a couple tricks.

Murphy, Murphy, Murphy.

How does your garden grow.

"The bitch don't make

A half bad rake,

But she's useless as a ho."

Bitch, you must be crazy.

Is something wrong with you?

A John don't have to fuck himself

Like you said he should do.

A man with cash can talk that trash.

I shouldn't need to spell it.

But, do whatever you do best,

And, I'll go out and sell it.

The dealer wants his money.

We're running out of time.

You're sitting on a fortune, honey.

Let me hold a dime.

So, don't you waste this righteous taste

I saved you for a crutch,

'Cause I'll be gone before the dawn.

Let's work your Midas touch.

Murphy, Murphy, Murphy.

You're purple as a beet.

"Don't want no ass

That's too high class

To peddle on the street.

The dealer gave us credit

So we could keep a freeze.

But, pay we must, he said it,

Or his boys will break my knees.

So, paste a smile right on that frown.

My legs would snap like chalk.

Hey, mama, lay that body down,

So daddy still can walk.

Well, or thin, or fat, or ill,

To welsh is pure bad luck.

Get up off our collateral.

Oh, please, please, give a fuck.

I've got some numbers you could call.

My future's looking dim.

Oh, please, don't make your daddy crawl,

'Cause you won't sell no trim.

Murphy, Murphy, Murphy.

How does your garden grow.

"The bitch don't make

A half bad rake,

But she's useless as a ho."