Smackin' Isaiah Mob Life
They had an offer that I couldn't refuse,
so I said f..ck it, I had nothing going on.
They said wassamattayou-a eatin' McDonalds?
You eat like a king-a if ya whack some paisans.
About as far back as I can remember I wanted to ice, maim
and dismember.
The gambling, the fame, the money, the women.
How could I refuse this contract killin'?
Call it cosa nostra.
Don said kiss the ring, it was a fugazi.
I must be crazy, I know.
They force me to eat more ziti.
Mama says you way too skinny now, no more for me.
No more loot, no prostitutes, it's over.
The bathtub booze, the pinstripe suits, it's over.
