Biopimp
We call our teacher Biopimp,
He comes in after hours.
He walks with a ghetto limp,
And hes like Austin Powers.
We know about his secret life,
The way he turns the tables.
He pimps it out without a wife,
I think he knows Scott Savol.
Dedicated to Bill Lastowski
Copyright © Courtney Starace | Year Posted 2005
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