“Pimp Hand Strong”
By: Joe (ft. Kurt’s Bruised Ego)
(Genre: Country-Rap Swagger Anthem – think Big Krit meets Jason Aldean with a 5-finger reminder)
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[Verse 1 – Joe (cool, calm, lethal)]
I was loadin’ up tight, dolly locked and lit,
When Kurt walked by tryna talk that sh*t.
Said, “You think you a legend? You just some dude.”
I said, “Say it again, and you’ll be chewin’ food.”
He rolled his eyes, tried flexin’ fake rank,
So I stood up slow and adjusted my shank.
Told the crew, “Back up, I need a lil’ room,”
’Cause Kurt just signed his own cartoon.
He said, “Joe, you ain’t all that and more,”
Then caught five fingers like a hardware store.
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[Chorus – All Voices (chant-style)]
Pimp hand strong, don’t test my calm,
Joe don’t bark — he drop that bomb.
Kurt talked slick, now his jaw look wrong,
Shoulda known better… that pimp hand strong.
No threats, no mess — just one firm clap,
Now Kurt walkin’ ‘round with an ice pack hat.
Tryna play boss but he ain’t that long—
‘Cause Joe too slick and the pimp hand strong.
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[Verse 2 – Dillon (laughin’ from the ramp)]
I saw it live, didn’t blink once,
Joe stepped up like a full-grown stunt.
Kurt said, “Don’t forget who signs the checks,”
Joe said, “Don’t forget who lifts the decks.”
Next thing I know, open palm slap,
Echo’d so loud the clipboard cracked.
Kurt stumbled back like a deer on ice,
Mouth wide open, blinkin’ twice.
He said, “Y’all saw that?” We said, “Hell yeah!”
Now he got respect… and a sideways stare.
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[Bridge – Jamaican Paul (moral of the story)]
Mi tell dem, Joe nuh loud but him nuh soft,
Poke di lion, yuh might get tossed.
Kurt talk tall but him pride was fake,
Now him sip soup through straw by lake.
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[Verse 3 – Joe (finishing the lesson)]
I don’t throw hands unless I must,
But when I do, it’s clean, no fuss.
Kurt backtracked, now he nice as hell,
Bought me lunch, said, “Joe, you lead real well.”
Respect ain’t bought, it’s earned in heat,
And sometimes it lands like a drumline beat.
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[Final Chorus – All Voices (loud and proud)]
Pimp hand strong, don’t run your mouth,
Joe bring order like a deep South drought.
Kurt tried shade, got slapped back long,
Now he call Joe “sir” — that pimp hand strong.
From DFW to the Austin branch,
Joe’s name ring out like a rancher’s ranch.
Try and test him? You won’t last long—
‘Cause Joe don’t talk… that pimp hand strong.