They'll kill you in front of your kids' eyes with big smiles
And SIG Sauers, chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour
A chessboard of espionage and death squads
Men of God stay ahead of the curve, and extra sharp
Mistaken identity, machete massacres
Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust
Mafia christenings, kiss the ring, wish the pistol sing
Like Smokey Robinson when they split your wig
Muscle 'em the snub Draco on the threaded barrel
Flaming serrated arrows, slay the eight-headed Pharaoh
A hundred plagues God conducts like an orchestra
A hundred AK's in the trunk of the Porsche truck
Legends never die and the law's corrupt
Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough, this cost us blood
All missiles, pistol boom, make your jaw bristle
Whistle through a hole in the door and make the wall sizzle
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin up
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin up
There's blood on his hands, this wasn't the plan
When he got into his cousin's Sedan
Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam
Still buzzing, told his cousin 'circle back around the hover and scram'
"Got a problem with my broad" he said
"Think she's involved with Fat Paul
I just wanna see if her car's there
And that's all", that's what he said, that was his intent
But he saw her car in the driveway, his vision bent sideways
Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car
Dipped into the backyard where he saw the door ajar
Popped in, I'm warning y'all, one day in Florida
Caught him in the act, someone call the coroner
You say, a sudden reaction
A Tuesday's love and attachment
Can shift into a backspin
To Wednesday's fatal attraction
He did it with a baseball bat
And that's the way that it happened
Crazy as a fox is, bathrobes and boxers for the awkward boss (Shit)
Who mumble jewels and acts confused during walk-and-talks (Huh?)
Bury these fed wasps and Wonder Bread wops under Bedrock
Got guys like Fred and Barney in a headlock (Fuck over here)
Hell's Angels, Heaven's demon, the seven seas (Seven seas)
Where I scattered and dismembered for the Genovese (Hmm)
Phone loaded with selfies, the feds listen on it
So I bury electronics like the clique was Amish (Gimme that shit)
Vic the Godless, chicks have uttered the dick's demonic
I stick her on it, her neck spinning, pupils switch to Onyx (Lord have mercy)
Bacdafucup, my lineage just a list of convicts
Grandfather was rocking with Nixonomics (Hahaha)
Avoid data from boys blabber and take your man and beat the 'Roids out of him, move like Floyd Patterson
It's Little Vic, Slaine and ILL BILL, take a chill pill (Chill pill)
They got me hooked back then and they still will (Uhh)
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin up
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin up
