Lyrics:

SUPERSTAR: Yo, god, be safe. Good fuckin’ luck, you gon’ need it, son

BREAKNECK: Yo, Tariq, come here, man. Let me introduce you to our Pimp Supreme, known for having the finest women from here to L.A. Yo, meet my man, Count Macula

COUNT MACULA: Count Macula, baby. The pleasure’s all yours

TARIQ: Yeah, I hear that, cousin

COUNT MACULA: Now, any assistance you may need for your sexual pleasures, come check me out. Matter fact, let me give you some food for thought, baby