WHO KILLED IT?

Look here see Pretty Mike Sink Two face AI Over some gal Found they body dead in the aisles Death by strangulation Microphone chord A dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam Now she's on the lam 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 was all it took ya She's a real looker They say her old man's a bootlegger Transport in any weather At this rate we'll never get her “Fellas think it's time I call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's getting my tight!” Thought I saw her in my eyesight - Right Hate to spoil the party Were you guys havin' the same? Waiter 'Nother 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 ya later” Before I hoard him and his two ugly thumb breakers He ment them in Louisiana Wrestling gators An idiot can tell they involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver in my waist up 'Tween the patrol car and the grey truck Behind the street lamp was a silhouette White gloves and real long cigarette Whaddya know? All this time she's got me in her scope! She spoke says the devil got you guys by the t'roat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B. is not president Well whaddya say? Ya See! Ya See! Ya See! Look here see I know you got soul You tryna hide it How'd 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 lying? She says“walk this way I'll tell you a children's story” We hit the bodega got her a few forties We jumped in my ride We drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouf 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 getting late, c'mon give it to me straight Who's your sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates What are ya born '77 or '78? She said“Nah, it goes way toward a earlier day Slave times” Claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who? Clive Campbell from Cedric 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 Kool Herc!” Ah Ha! Ah HA! “Listen up sweetheat - Now we're getting somewhere.” As she talking, she starts vanishing in thin air But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died She says“If you really love me, I'll come back alive.”