Correction Paroles Mafia 3 rap par Dan Bull

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[lyrics]:

Verse 1 (Dan Bull):
Brother while you were here playing beer pong
I was dealing with the Viet Cong
Me and my familia, we are strong, a real bond
So string along, I'm going to sing a song, now bring it on
Who are you? Hey, hey, who are you?
Clay, I'm just a boy from the bayou
There's a battle raging, man and nature, but if you can navigate the salivating alligators hell awaits you
See you at Sammy's place an hour later and do a man a favour cus I'm outta paper
Grab the tab and pay the round and get yourself a drink to drown your sorrows and a chaser
Down it straight and then head out on to the town for capers
My knuckles got a couple scars from scuffles in bars over shuffled cards I hustle hard
There's a shovel in the trunk of my muscle car for when the trouble starts, some dogs are only loyal 'til you pull the muzzle off
Visibly twitchy, there's a reason you're fidgety
Must be the midges, heat and humidity, breeding stupidity
b*t*h we've no need for your sympathy
Concealing your bigotry
Beneath a sheet of duplicity
And revealing your inner beast
Down in the deep south we do it differently, I mean if you're feeling me
Dead in the middle of river row, little did we know that we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddly
Oh, this is New Bordeaux
So what's a few more schmoes
Asking for their ass kicked? That's their last trick
How do you like the bottom of a swamp for a casket?

Chorus (Dan Bull):
'Til you've had it all taken away you'll never know
The meaning of family
Once you've had it all taken away then all you want's
To be in a family

Verse 2 (NerdOut):
Ya, the new black mob, courtesy of Bourbon Street
Might not know me, but you heard of me certainly
The Marcanos tried to murder me
But when I pull the heat my people started rising like mercury
The Italian mafia killed without mercy
So now it's time to turn this town topsy-turvy
If you in the family, then you gettin' amnesty
We plan to bleed these heathens from the city like a damn disease
New Bordeaux, my residency and I can't control what the residents see
So me and my conglomerates, shall remain anonymous, I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Put you in a coma, not induced medically
Feed ya to the creatures, not leaving a shred of evidence, evidently
I need to break it down, so let me see
If ya keep messin' with me, you'll be a swamp delicacy
The only c*cktail you drink is molotov
They'll be a few scorched men in New Orleans, when we catch em nodding off
Bullets will be tossed across
Ya noggin', keep on talkin' and we'll pop you like a bottle top
And transport you out of state
We dump bodies before they can draw the chalk lines, you can vanish without a trace
Safe to say, my serrated blade'll ruin y'all
Stabbed so many times, I got you looking like a voodoo doll
War is what it's time for, go and grab a knife or
A shotty, turn a sight for sore eyes into an eye sore
Got ya body floating downstream, towards the ninth ward
Family isn't who you're born with, it's who you die for

Chorus (Dan Bull):
'Til you've had it all taken away you'll never know
The meaning of family
Once you've had it all taken away then all you want's
To be in a family

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