I just backhanded a fly with such vigor and precision, that it inspired me to write a poem. It's terrible and it's about a pimp whose pimp hand was so strong, he accidentally kills his hoes with it. Enjoy!

There once was a pimp who had plenty of trouble

He needed to do something quick, on the double

For all of his hoes were out of line

And his profits were dropping and on the decline

The hoes would complain and trip and front

They would laze about and smoke a blunt

Laquisha would do her nails and talk on her phone

Kiki would sigh and bitch and moan

Mercedes went to the crackhouse to take a hit

And Shanay's pussy was dirty and smelled of shit

The pimp had enough of their antics and called a meeting

But he quickly found out that he was just repeating

All of the same shit he had said before

And still, the hoes had yet to account for

Loss of money, reputation, and clientele

And for this, these ungrateful bitches he had to quell

The hoes were loud, obnoxious, and defiant

But when the pimp raised his hand, they soon fell silent

The contempt they saw in his scowl was a situation critical

The anger in his eyes was turbulent and biblical

Sensing their doom, the harlots did plead

But it was too late, and the pimp would not concede

A mighty blow was struck, with the fury of a storm

Thrown with great swiftness and impeccable form

The single backhand struck not one, not two, not three, but all four hoes

All of whom fell instantly and wallowed in their death throes

It was then that the pimp realized his folly

What was once rage was now melancholy

Laquisha! Kiki! Mercedes! Shanay!

I didn't mean for it to end up this way!

I only wanted some prosperity and respect

And now without my hoes, I have only regret

I punished them recklessly and I was wrong

Alas, my pimp hand was just too strong