Let us pray the Pimp's Prayer. Lord, please pray for the soul of this bitch and guide my pimp hand and make it strong, Lord, so that she might learn a ho's place. Amen.
Don't trust them big nostrils over yonder/They suck up so much air it'll make you wonder/Don't trust them new niggas/With their spidey little nigga figyas/Don't trust them new niggas...over there. *falls off stage*
There are known knowns, known unknowns, unknown knowns, and unknown unknowns.
What?
Look. There's shit we know we know, shit we know we don't know, shit we don't know we know, and shit we don't know we don't know. That's an unknown unknown. The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence.
What?
Can't you say nothin but "what?" Nigga, where you from?
Yeah.
You from a place called "Yeah?" I ain't never heard of no place called "Yeah" before!