A Sicilan Massacre

A Sicilian Massacre

Tony the whop threw up over himself
that day in the park the blood ran deep
machine gun Sally was in the back woods
No neck Flo was standing by on the phones

that day was hot on the barren field
Tony knew the score he rolled on in with his Benz
strangled were those out in the Church Street Station
the blood of those massacred on that day

all hell broke loose on its caboose
the notion of an arm without a leg
a C- note was found on the bathroom floor
there was a nine in the back of the toilet just like the Godfather

all those Sicilan hoods were in a rage stirring the cage
mark the man willing to explore the notion of awe so much more
Sally took the assault further by killing four of her own
even poor Flo manning the phones

blood, guts & gore