Pimp

All the charisma of a star
He just never traveled far
He still rules the avenue
Leashing whores of every hue

He is clearly on the move
So many traps, so much to prove
Psycho johns and killer cops
The city heat that never stops

He has his pick of several whores
The working girls that he adores
But he's immune to what they say
Just so long as they obey

The idea is to make a buck
Exotics or a simple fuck
He speaks of love to those who earn
Turns on losers with eyes that burn

He claims it's a living, kind of fun
A sound thrashing for the whores that run
As long as profit is the drive
They might just make it out alive.