There's heads to knock and there's battery,
Those boulevard clowns scufflin'.
It's just old clans hittin' expiry,
Breakin' thugs who are toxic and grim.

With a gun they can slay them an enemy,
They could surely shoot off a nose.
They're bad and they're brief and they'll screw you with grief,
If you try to monger their hos.

Tu no vist-a null-a,
La Co-sa No-stra vi-ta.

Go bring to Don this Gaitano man,
Bring him to Don tonight,
The Don's in the mood for a parody,
Get that Gaitano from Amiright

For con in the car, it's the end of line,
It turned out a fink was he.
It was quick he got smoked, from the backseat was choked,
They break face just for gettin' touch-y.

Now "Chill" he brings grief with a killing spree,
He's got style, he's got sway, he'll erase.
It's obscure, was it he hit that nudie bar?
'Cause nobody looked at his face.

Ah Vi-va la fi-ga,
Per fi-ga no vi-sta tu.

Old Pauley's a great toxicologist,
No use for a gun or a knife.
He'll mix up a medley, to kill you quite deadly,
And that's how he'll end it your life.

'Cause their lateness ain't lacking from Pauley's tricks,
There's no witnessin'; Go free, you're home.
There's no sharing "Our Thing" it's for only us,
And it's better you don't "eat alone". [1]

(Pretty nice piano)

Write up a song, hey you Gaitano man,
Write for the Don's delight.
'Cause you are the dude that writes parody,
And posts them up on Amiright.

So now Carmine 2-LOUD, wants satire play,
He's a mangler so vicious and vile.
When he laughs loud with glee, out at my parodies,
Know I'll get to stay live for a while.

And those paisanos get down like wild carnivore,
They're so homophobe 'fraid of what's queer.
Do a hit in a car, not caught dead in gay bar,
In a jam they will cover their rear.

Ah tu no vist-a null-a,
La Co-sa No-stra vi-ta.

Write for the Don, hey you Gaitano man,
Bring to the Don delight.
'Cause he's in the mood for a parody,
Like what you do on Amiright.