Mafia

(Mothers & Fathers Of Italian Americans), Out of desperation one usurps their stead; Picking up its broken pieces from the fragments of their head I'm going to make you an offer you won't refuse Shackled from philisophy's that scream choose Still meet my old friend, Fist full of lead with bloody hand Give me some time to contemplate & understand To survive in the streets getting shot hero's bleed Timely tune leaving soon shadows sleet Keep your friends close & enemies that much closer Throw a rope around your head no bend over No neck Jimmy with his friend Uncle Tony With words in untimely exposed ravioli Not to mention cooking the stramboli; MAFIA Shades of dark rivers bend Nine at head now your dead Big trunk to dunk that flunk A special olive stirred with straight up Tom Collins A wandering crowd with a special promise Two tone Jimmy was the lady's thing got the sell that every lady needs 9 at head by dock at noon then sorrow had bled Struggled to refrain from the slice on the blade A clear taste of viable solution MAFIA Blank shells buzz to bells living hell Crown of gold jewels explode truth untold Now you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold Through a barrage of steps new episodes... Two kanuck's suited up best fresh out of Jersey; Brevity Shattered glass Yet its all fair to say no one ever gets by on any free pass!