Capone on the beats, I'm the man...who put the bricks on the street my heat... never leaves my side I take pride in the fact that I supplied the entire south side...of Denver did all this in the dead of winter a splinter in my finger, that's how I relate you on your knees, tell me how that dick tastes meanwhile I dictate, how the fuck things will go m and m, I think we'll call this the Mikey Mike show and no, I ain't no ho, put your money where your mouth is ignorant, illiterate, do I need to show you where the south is in Denver, it's where the money's at no hoods, no slums, cats round here don't chase hood rats if you should collapse, prly took a bullet from one of my goons slanging fucking shards by the light of the moon and in daylight, there's nothing to fear, if you pay right, you can keep coming round hear but if not , the stuff you bought could get you caught, and I'll have to plot a lot to avoid getting caught intimate details, innocence prevails I get you to talk by ripping off each one of your nails by the time I'm done, you'll be telling it all I do what I do winter, summer, spring, and fall and in all sorts of weather, I'm light as a feather I dress in blue jeans and black leather