Omerta - Necro, The Godfathers

A succession of Mafia defectives have put Gotti

And his fellow Mafia bosses in jail for life

Omerta the vow of silence under pain of death

Is no longer sacred

Let off the pistol chrome at any Joe

Pistone confessed to an Episcopal bishop

How my biscuit clip domes

The biggest mob figures and gunslingers together

In the same room for a ritual my trigger finger’s severed

As this card burns may my soul burn in hell forever

If I betray the oath of Omerta

Don’t push a button man’s button

Ill bloody up anyone that butt in and stab your mans gut in

Blood in blood out

Rammed up the butt end

For your moronic plea coppin

Cause they caught you with electronic eavesdropping

Now something demonic screaming please stop em

Stop the meat cleaver chop em

Canned

That’s our society’s secret keep em quiet option

The boss will sanction a shanking, then you’ll thank em

For the privilege of being ranked as the pillager of anxious action

My counsel varies

Concealed pencil like utensil in your frontal lobe mental

Thank you consigliere

We’ll murder anybody any time any place

At the snap of a finger pop you in the face

Issue contracts to kill people never say us

Sentence you to motherfucken death if you betray us

Peace to all the gangsters doing time in Marion

Rikers, Leavenworth, Folsom, Attica we’ll carry on tradition

The most powerful

Godfathers in America

GRap and Necro

You cowards fold

Balls get slit on a fraudulent bitch

Holdin a dish

Rope all on this wrist

Fist all on the fifth

Paint the wall with your shit

No luck fuck

Boy you non McCoy

Un-official

I squeeze hard on the pistol

Make your arteries sizzle

Get laid down put the tre pound Guard on your whistle

To you sodomy tickle

Your shit all hard and your nipples

Make you sleep longer than Van Winkle

Fuck stomach cuts

I hope your stomach, guts and my hands mingle

Tuck chromey in a tuxedo

Tuss a lonley

And fuck any tough Tony

Plus his homies

Fucked up hobby clown

You Bobby Brown’s Tender Roni

Leave ya mom’s head in your bed

We don’t touch ponies

Valors we’re vowless

Leave niggas forty caliber styled in

Foul as Afghan Taliban wildman

Screw on silencers and eat salad

Over the violence

Commission vocal splittin your throat

Niggas is prowlin

We’ll murder anybody any time any place

At the snap of a finger pop you in the face

Issue contracts to kill people never say us

Sentence you to motherfucken death if you betray us

Peace to all the gangsters doing time in Marion

Rikers, Leavenworth, Folsom, Attica we’ll carry on tradition

The most powerful

Godfathers in America

GRap and Necro

You cowards fold

Just When I thought I was out

They pulled me back in