[Intro: J. Unit]
[Verse 1: G-Magz]
We run a company here in Detroit city
It's a pimp agency called J. Unit Fitties
We're not quite legal and we're very obscene
We sell all the bunnies to PlayBoy magazine
Yeah, you think you're so cool by looking at Nuts?
We bought 'em with our bling and we supply 'em with s*uts
And ladies, we provide all the sh** that you buy
Gossip about how some girl's mate was molested by this guy
Well, you know what? That guy was probably Adey P
Trying to get dirty pictures and a subtle little squeeze
Oz Mosis is safe though; he gets ribbed
Off of girls' criminal records and he looks after their kids
So next time you're ready Nuts or PlayBoy in bed
And you don't like the things that J. Unit have said
Have you ever wished J. Unit's music was dead?
Then f** off; go and read FHM instead
[Hook: Oz Mosis & (MC Adey P)]
We're the f**ing pimps (of Detroit)
(We make the b**hes cum) yo, we're pimpingly adroit
Flash you with our bling, (you'll be blinded for days)
(We'd rape you in the a**) but we're not gays
We don't give a f** (yo, we get money)
(Don't take this as a joke) b**h, it's not funny
I've had your wife before (and right now I've got your sister)
(f**ed her so hard) she's left with blisters
[Verse 2: MC Adey P]
Jenkins catches 'em right and sh**, he knows what it's like
Gonna rag your f**ing p**y til it's dry tonight
He's the f**ing leader of us J. Unit pimps
The man who can get a b**h cumming with a single glance at her clit
I like to follow his lead and f** all the who*es
Like the young, gay kid that f**ed the princess in all the new Star Wars
He's there with his small Skywalker dick
And she's the hot princess, chomping on his lucky, child-sized love-stick
Jenkins is going by in the Jenkins Machine
He likes to f** weird things, so he's full of baked beans
Personally, I don't like that sh**: I like to keep it simple
f** 'em hard and give 'em some little slap-and-tickle
Jenkins when it comes to b**hes is pretty f**ing selective
He only f**s the blondes: he's not very eclectic
But it means I get the b**hes who are whatever colour
I'm not f**ing picky b**h, as long as we get filthy f**ing crunk together
[Hook]
[Interlude: Oz Mosis & MC Adey P]
[Verse 3: Oz Mosis]
Hard day's work, gonna head to the bar
Mother-f**ing pimp, b**h; get in my car
And drink a few down; yeah, get your a** drunk
Cause we going to my crib and we gonna get crunk
I represent the ghetto with my business made of b**hes
And when I'm done, I fill 'em with cum and dump 'em in various ditches
Then go back with my camera to use 'em in my p**n
Cause it's not necrophilia if the body's still warm
That's a joke, b**h. We don't represent that
So shut the f** up or I'll come rape your cat
Cause it every f**ing rhyme, I have to rape an animal
Now back the f** up or I'll get f**ing cannibal
On yo' mama's a**: she won't even see it coming
Like Jenkins from behind, when we engage in some plumbing
What I'm tryn'a say is I'm a mother-f**ing pimp
I'll fill you with my cum and blow that p**y up like a f**ing blimp
[Hook]