Pity the Fool
Pity the F$$l
who tried to double cross him
Not a smart move
trying to take a piece of his action
Got a bag of gangster tools,
when you gotta do some silent work in the night
Let ‘em know just who rules;
chase all of the usurpers, put ‘em in fear flight
Pity the F$$l
who tried to put their hands on his money
Put too much trust in their ruse,
and now they’re gonna pay a steep, heavy price
Misplaced loyalty got bound and abused;
sink another soul underwater,
send ‘em to F$$l’s paradise
Pity the F$$l
He might have had a snowball chance in hell,
if he had maybe begged nice ...
if he had maybe be$$ed extra nice
Maybe he woulda got spared
from getting the bullet
in the back of the head twice
F$$ls always pay the muddy bottom price
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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