Who Killed It?

Look here see

Pretty Mike shanked two-face Al over some gal

Found the body dead in the isles

Death by strangulation

Microphone cord, a dirty broad

Guess they'll never play it again Sam, damn that was my jam

Now she's on the lamb

She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam

While these two compete on who's the star of the show

Golden legs there makes off with the dough

I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher

He says, "One glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker"

They say her old man's a bootlegger

Transporting in any weather

And at this rate we'll never get her

Fellas, think it's time to call it a night

All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight

Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right

Hate to spoil the party

What are you guys havin', the same?

Waiter another round for the gang

It's strange how I always felt outta place

Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes freckle face

So I said, "See you later"

'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers

He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators

An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper

So I pulled the revolver on my waist up

Between the patrol car and the gray truck

Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette

White gloves and a real long cigarette

What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope

She spoke, says, "The devil got you guys by the throat

Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence

That's the reason why Eric B. is not president"

Well, what do ya say?

Ya see?

Ya see?

Ya see?

Look here see, I know you got soul you're trying to hide it

How did you kill a man out in Cypress?

One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded

Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin'

She says, "Walk this way, I'll tell you a children's story"

We hit the bodega got her a few 40's

We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried

Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide

Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty

Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy

The truth came out as we got to her suave house

Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said, "It's gettin' late, come on, give it to me straight

Who's ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates"

What are ya born '77 or '78?

She says, "Nah, it goes way to an earlier date

Slave times," claims the slaves said rhymes

But she fell in love with some fella named Clive

Who? "Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx"

Now she shows me the cash

I said, "Who's Clive? Don't play with me skirt"

She said, "Clive Campbell, he's cool Herc

Ah-ha, ah-ha

Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere

As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air

But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died

She said, "If you really love me I'll come back alive"

Hip hop is so fucking dead