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Came in the world with Diablo’s horns Ain’t shed a tear when I was born Look in my eyes, you can tell I’m worn When my personalities torn Take em to church Make it a morgue, hide a body in the floor They wanna keep on cutting me short Now I'ma even the score whole town Ima scorch Passing down to me the torch Forget the past with memory distort Golden Arrows hit a target for sport Aim for the top, and the future I’m towards I got the passion, no one surrounding me With these assassins under my power tree No capo, I am your majesty Wannabe Gangstar? I move the galaxy with Passione organization I am the Godfather with the Made Men One-way ticket this crazy train left Mental scarface made me insanest Mob ties so you know I am sanctioned Two-faced and one got a fake grin Walk up wrong we might shape shift Hold up dawg I gotta take this Oh, come pick up the call, this is fate to bring your fall Oh, time to kill them all, that’s why y’all against the wall Oh, come pick up the call, spread your ash like parmesan Oh, I’m Italian, so we throwing hands to talk Oh, come pick up the call fore I execute the squad Oh, it’s too late to pause, in a blink, and now they’re gone Oh, come pick up the call, only seconds left to draw Oh, think I’m acting odd? Time to meet the Crimson God Blurry past, but I been to hell and back Mood swing fast, no I can’t get a grasp Voices inside of my head like a telepath I stand bout ten steps ahead cause of Epitaph Crystal ball visions like a Fortune Teller has, just like that I might snap Eyes roll back in my head and I laugh, mind out of wack, where was I at? Yo, one body, two souls, mafia all I know, gotta live by the code Boss life never fold, I ain't choose I was chose, on site and case closed I have repeatedly showed that I won't choke even if there's razor blades in my throat So loyal subordinate, Doppio See him pulling out the metal, but I am the head chef Cooking up something that’s special like Risotto in a blender, slicing like a pizza till he bled to death Yes I am an artist, I erase any mistake With blood for paint, you can ask Sorbet Cause he already knows that my art got to be framed Don’t need to be put in a hall of fame, I’m at the top of the chain, so just call my agent and he’ll kill you I’m a count to ten and bound to win You clowns are dead, rip out organs Look around, now your town is red, I’m out to get My daughter aborted, where my clout depends Then do as the Romans do Build an empire, conquer your enemies and hold the truth Better zip your lip like Bucciarati’s crew Or I’ll body you like bada bing bada boom I’m the original, but I am not me Stay out of reach of all of my colleagues All of y'all copy, y'all are my offspring One more road, I gotta cross to the swap meet Dead weight on me like Buciaratti Death on my shoulder, but it suit me oddly Nobody out know how a boss thing Keep on making moves even if you’ve shot me Mind, body and soul have been swapped Wait till I get ahold of my opps Golden Arrow, I aim it and pop Till my final breath I stay on my job They gon know my name now before I am gone First time I been alone in my thoughts Voice in my head has finally stopped I carry on and meet the Crimson God Dawn of the Don, you’re approaching the future Putting more holes in you than your six shooter Tear up the past, so you’ll need a suture Giorno, I’ll bet that your father was a loser Shoulda pussed out like Fugo And stayed on the Jersey shore cause you’re too slow Got you growing old and cut up like Prosciutto Tell me, are you starting feel deja vu though? Yo, I’m the man behind the hair curtain, come close, I’ll shut yours You will die for certain, I’ll watch it all once more Be a Goodfella now if you don’t want war I’m wearing fishnets cause you’ll sleep on ocean floor It’s a family problem, mind your own instead You can’t afford to die, I got unlimited bread My stand puts you in the dirt of an olive garden bed I’m the king, making Crimson flow till you’re dead Passione organization I am the Godfather with the Made Men One-way ticket this crazy train left Mental scarface made me insanest Mob ties so you know I am sanctioned Two-faced and one got a fake grin Walk up wrong we might shape shift Hold up dawg I gotta take this Oh, come pick up the call, this is fate to bring your fall Oh, time to kill them all, that’s why y’all against the wall Oh, come pick up the call, spread your ash like parmesan Oh, I’m Italian, so we throwing hands to talk Oh, come pick up the call fore I execute the squad Oh, it’s too late to pause, in a blink, and now they’re gone Oh, come pick up the call, only seconds left to draw Oh, think I’m acting odd? Time to meet the Crimson God
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