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Bored mobster
- day of work -
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The sun is on hill and my gun is shining.
The best time to kill is only\'n the morning.
More money - more kills and life without strings.
I pay up my bills by snatching the pricks.
So I find a disguise and I go on his street.
The look in my eyes keeps him under my feet.
He\'s screaming out loud, but I\'ve never been seen.
I\'ll melt in the crowd after killing him.
I pull out the gun and aim at his head.
He thinks at his wife when she finds out he\'s dead!
His children will wail, his mom mourns, depressed...
he\'s begging for life, but I cannot care less!!
But I hold down my horse and begin to say:
- No coffee - no corps we\'ll be seeing today!
Just turning my back and he started to run.
(my hand in the pocket is holding the gun).
He\'s running so fast that is making me laugh.
I give him a blast for belief in my bluff.
Then riding my bike (again in the mood)
It\'s time for my coffee at home, in the hood.
And wait the next mail: next job to be done!
Some other to nail... some other to run...
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