im italian meatballs spaghetti and shit. room full of guns the feds say their legit. dont have time to make rhymes with criminals that dont have the brains to be subliminal. eggplants on shoulders cant lie to the share holders. thats why its burnt down, 5 stories in the ground. cop choppers watching me remember I told you to do things subliminally. escape to the Caribean. layin on beaches dont get caught cheatin' snortin bolivian. dont come round if you cant handle thongs and bongs and trips to Colombia three weeks long. im not saying its a business im just saying theirs a risk in this. i might go to prison show me your tits. sorry your sister was quicker I acknowledge your tomato sauce is thicker. boil me some pasta, more weed in the trunk than a rasta, more skunk than Aerosmith concert. bring back the mob, cause these "gangsters" gonna kill each other off.