Making Money; Shut Up; I Know Voodoo; Take Lester Maddox

Ooh-ba-ba-bum-ping, ping-ping-ping (Sing us a song)
All requests must be written down on a piece of money—ten up
I don't want no dollar—shit, I don’t—well, you keep it, I'm a pimp
(How much do you think they can get?) All of it, if they're really pimpin’
(That's all I've got) Well, it ain't enough for me, get back out there, make my money right—I know that talk
I wish both of y'all would shut up (So you do?) Yes, goddamnit! I wish you'd hush
I wish my woman would go somewhere in public and make that much noise while somebody's trying to perform, I bet her lip get to the hospital before the ambulance. All you're doing is messing the show up. Listen, other people back there paid money to hear me, they don’t wanna hear you. This is not a hair emporium. Goddamnit, don’t make me send some niggas down to your place!
That oughta cool 'em. I’m a Black man, I don't wanna meet no niggas myself.
I'ma wish something on you—a African disease. I know voodoo. People laugh, but you got to believe in what you believe in, truly, to the earth.
It's my turn. Do you talk that way all the time? That’s alright, watch voodoo work. I wish heart attacks on people and stuff like that, ya'mean, 'cause I can't march. I just lay there and watch television and wish something on a sucka. Take Lester Maddox, that little bastard. Here we are on the Moon—I mean, here y'all are on the Moon, and he's passing out axe handles. In Washington, D.C., passing out axe handles, that low son of a bitch. *whew* Shoulda been left on a picnic in a Kleenex. I'd like to wish Lester Maddox a five-car accident with no survivors, a snow ambulance with four flat tires and no spare, a junkie doctor with a 300 dollar a day habit, with a gorilla on his back, and a rusted scalpel in his hand as he's operating on the governor, and the hospital is burning down on top of the operating table, and frozen fire hydrants from Georgia to Mississippi, and they would thaw out muddy water in his coffin. Other than that, godspeed, and may lightning strike him in the heart 932 times just before some hungry, hydrophobia-filled possums chewed through his expensive coffin for something strange to eat. Amen. Amen. Amen.