Lyrical Breakdown of P.I.M.P. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "P.I.M.P." on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "P.I.M.P." is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Three 6 Mafia employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Three 6 Mafia's narrative.

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Pimpin' is big business Believe it You gotta work these broads like never before That's right I say pimpin' is big business Believe it You gotta work these broads like never before I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P I'm a P-I-M-P Nigga, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Bitch, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Whoa, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P I'm scoping out the haters, fool Slippin' on my Gator shoes Pimpin' in my blood, motherfucker About some paper, cruel Sharper than a razor do Fuck what I made you do Ho, get on the ground Respect my mind See you later, boo Ho, get on the track or get smacked Bring that money back, get your ass jacked If you slack, that's that pimpin', black One spray of the pimp juice cologne, it's on Gotta smell good for my baby V-Muster two door custom cut to spin the drivers crazy Big country roads and the wind blow Through her hair to blown-out brains From time to time, I pulled over and fucked her in pouring rain So I'm a pimp with my own level of pimpology I keep my one and all y'all average keep y'all 23 I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P I'm a P-I-M-P Nigga, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Bitch, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Whoa, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P See I'm a punk but I got a little pimp in me, dog I got a ho out there, she gettin' grip for me, y'all And if I catch her slippin', that's a lip of the dog I got a stable full of thoroughbred bitches, my dog And if you want one of them to come up out of they drawers, you Gotta make what's your weight 'cause they some baddy little broads My manipulator playing from the Himalayas That ho better say a prayer 'cause she do Not quickly pay a Mega Mack siren slayer Oh, why do you wish to pay? A brother like you fruity flavor Don't you dare disobey a Mac Lord The debonair all up in intensive care Soon as I think she okay, I send her ass right back there I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P I'm a P-I-M-P Nigga, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Bitch, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Whoa, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P You can call me Juicy Dynamite Women say I'm out of sight I'm something like a main event, a roaring top, a boxing fight And if you see me coughing choke, it might be off that weed smoke I'm in the Maybach on the strip, your girl was giving me deep throat I'm just a wild player from the north, off the block Slanging sizzurp by the ounces and that solid by the rock See, I'm all about that cheese Ho, it ain't a damn thing funny Fuck some matrimony, bitch, I'm talking about that macaroni I got some workers from San Francisco to Maine Back down to Memphis, all the way over to Spain 'Cause I work 'em like never before Believe it I'm talkin' every day I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Oh, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P I'm a P-I-M-P Nigga, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Bitch, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Whoa, that's what I fuckin' be I'm a P-I-M-P Ho