Da P.G.P.  (MC Gougherel)

Ain't no ganda down da farm
who got mo' game
dan da Pimpled Goose Pimp
wit' mi' fois gras brains.

I's da sugarbeet solja,
scarecrow shades on da bridge
o' ma bill dat iz orange
az doin' Dixie porridge.

I's Bad Mutha Flocka,
gold chain read 'C-A-P'
- shoutout ta da Common
Agricultural Policy!

I da Thugly Swan Juan 
wit' da young G's zits.
Me gotta hooty beeyatch 
wit' Wotsit flipperlips!

Wigga duck, bird sheet,
Chicken Town OG.
Funkyard fleshialist
fo' yo' honkin' ho needs.

Wot iz good fo' da goose
iz good fo' da gangsta.
She lay dat golden egg,
turnin' tricks in da tracta.

When I woz in da hoosegow, 
who's in ma goose hoes?
It woz dem alfafa 
desperadoes,

like Farmer Mick MacMuck,
Farmer Pygmalion,
Farmer Fab 5 Freddy
- ta me, dey all Farmer John!

O Money Monty Don
dick around like Donkey Kong,
but 'e iz Morrie Bench 
down da plantation!

Da's cookin' in da barn,
da's a cathouse in da coop.
'Better Ged !' I told da Ghettoad,
Fatman o' Toad Hood!

Dem donkies that go oink,
Snoop Hoggy Hoggs
know dat' if dem' diss me
it be rainin' caps & doggs!

Finna fizzle honey heifer,
X-species freak on.
& when me pluck mi pustules,
dey iz pumpaction!

Haters chuck da muck, 
but I got da peeyatch fork.
Haters buy da farm
when dey cluck dat beeyatch talk.

Baggle a gaggle
like Elmer Fudd's duckwhizzle,
gonna cornro' ma neckquills,
call dem quills ma 'quizzle'.

I not da Pimpled Goose Pimp,
I da Pimpled Goose Pimp Son,
& I's only pimpin' geese 
till da Pimpled Goose Pimp come!  

I not da Pimpled Goose Pimp,
I da Pimpled Goose Pimp Son,
& I's only pimpin' geese 
till da Pimpled Goose Pimp come!