Wow I got nothing
Hit me again this game
is rigged tell that fat guy
with the fat suitcase
to bring my money back
don’t you dare try to put
my money to sleep again
I’m awake my money is
awakened as well
what’s done in Vegas
stays in Vegas this is
Atlantic City that’s what
I said where’s my sponsor
don’t you screw with me
hit me again Sam sweetie
you looked so familiar
but you’ll get the hang
of it I won again
thanks Tony I was
getting so bored
give my chips to
Tony the ant
for the books make
sure Chicago is happy
Tony Spilotro comes
to mind this time of
year killed by the
Chicago Outfit
June 14th 1986
The bosses actually
let him say a little
prayer first .
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