This was written by my sister. It has absolutely nothing to do with
Mercedes Lackey, it's just here because it's a parody of one of her
songs, 'Threes'. We don't own Mercedes Lackey. Have fun.
Far into the ghetto deep,
miles into trees of green,
a pimp-mobile of people ride
with a woman whose face has an oily sheen.
Riding in the center,
she's swathed only with a veil,
companioned by a midget
and an ancient guy who's frail.
Three things everybody sees,
an old dude on a bike,
a gay guy who's a faggot,
and a woman who's a dyke.
One among pimple faces friends,
the guy has a wandering eye
and as they ride he scans the women
that ride against the sky.
He wears shoplifted stuff,
that he stole cause he couldn't afford,
and somewhere in the pimp-mobile
Theres a woman who once whored.
Of three things be wary,
of a toothless blind old bat
the anorexic woman
and the pimp master that is fat.
From ambush swat teams screaming charge the
pimp-mobile and its beds
and all but four inside the car are taken by the feds
and all but four are arrested like the guy that goes on smut
the guy, the midget the old dude and the woman who's a slut
Three things know something
first the slut with a headache
the old guy that doesn't drop dead and midget that has a rake.
Then off the lady pulls her veil
in nothing she is dressed
her gun is out and ready and her eyes are fierce and pissed
the old guy mutters darkly and the midget has a knife
a dealer, a pimp and satanist now face the federal life
Three things dont piss off
or you wont stand for long,
they sue you,
then they rape you
then they screw you before long.
The swat team yells a challenge
but the dealer only grins
the satanist prays mockingly
then the shootout begins
when its done there are only four
left standing from the black
the whore, the pimp, the demon guy
and the dealer with the crack
Three things never trust: the dealer that is bored
the lies made by the FBI, the shootout that is sure
They place the traitor in the jail and they put him in the way
of sex deprived men, he is now at their mer-cay
they took a harsh revenge for the dealers he put down
then the get inside their cars and journey back to town
Three things trust and cherish well, the car in which you ride,
the satanist that's evil and the drugs that get you high!
Mercedes Lackey, it's just here because it's a parody of one of her
songs, 'Threes'. We don't own Mercedes Lackey. Have fun.
Far into the ghetto deep,
miles into trees of green,
a pimp-mobile of people ride
with a woman whose face has an oily sheen.
Riding in the center,
she's swathed only with a veil,
companioned by a midget
and an ancient guy who's frail.
Three things everybody sees,
an old dude on a bike,
a gay guy who's a faggot,
and a woman who's a dyke.
One among pimple faces friends,
the guy has a wandering eye
and as they ride he scans the women
that ride against the sky.
He wears shoplifted stuff,
that he stole cause he couldn't afford,
and somewhere in the pimp-mobile
Theres a woman who once whored.
Of three things be wary,
of a toothless blind old bat
the anorexic woman
and the pimp master that is fat.
From ambush swat teams screaming charge the
pimp-mobile and its beds
and all but four inside the car are taken by the feds
and all but four are arrested like the guy that goes on smut
the guy, the midget the old dude and the woman who's a slut
Three things know something
first the slut with a headache
the old guy that doesn't drop dead and midget that has a rake.
Then off the lady pulls her veil
in nothing she is dressed
her gun is out and ready and her eyes are fierce and pissed
the old guy mutters darkly and the midget has a knife
a dealer, a pimp and satanist now face the federal life
Three things dont piss off
or you wont stand for long,
they sue you,
then they rape you
then they screw you before long.
The swat team yells a challenge
but the dealer only grins
the satanist prays mockingly
then the shootout begins
when its done there are only four
left standing from the black
the whore, the pimp, the demon guy
and the dealer with the crack
Three things never trust: the dealer that is bored
the lies made by the FBI, the shootout that is sure
They place the traitor in the jail and they put him in the way
of sex deprived men, he is now at their mer-cay
they took a harsh revenge for the dealers he put down
then the get inside their cars and journey back to town
Three things trust and cherish well, the car in which you ride,
the satanist that's evil and the drugs that get you high!