SUNG TO THE TUNE OF P.I.M.P.
Don”t know what you heard about me
On the main I’m working for free
Pushing pills
Pts. Screaming at me
Gotta call that A.R.N.P.
Have a sat that’s droppin’ real low
Heart rate rising out of control
No Resource to call any mo’
All the staff
Rolling out the front door.
Got no raise no money to spend
Broken down bodies
I’m expected to mend
Code rescue, paper work to no end
Drugs the pharmacy refuses to send.
Don’t know what you heard about me
Stool collected
A container of pee
49cent is all she gave me
Make mo’ money as a P.I.M.P.
Boss lady, she really a man
Clockin’ in
She dock when she can
Got no money this job is a sham
As a P.I.M.P. , can work on my tan.