The Setup

[Verse 1]:
As soon as hanging up the blower, I was on my way over, I was dizzy with a dame, this doll was a dish… and rich, chick had more fins than a fish, a bad broad, looking for a hoodlum or a crook. I was caught red handed dangling from a hook, she said if I wanted to be with her all I had to do, was ice the nice fella she was presently married to… that dirty hothead hot ped can drop dead, soon as I fill him with the poison of my hot lead, wouldn’t be the first time I turned redhot for some blond twist, tomato to blow like soup before the bomb hits… my beautiful round heeled accomplice, yaps start flapping soon as she up in the box but I’m not… kidding you don’t wanna meddlе with the Monica many a wise head been boppеd or bumped off… [?] quicker than the blink of an eyelid flicker she kiss you with a fist on a kisser, cold blooded killer, so I walk with her… to a gin mill that was close by, roscoe so big you could see it with a closed eye, spotted the little goose, sipping on some giggle juice… this’ll be easy, this’ll be duck soup… so cooled as a button man pulled out the heat, and sent the motherfucker packin for the big sleep…

[Verse 2]:
I gave my girly the gate, as we made our escape… I assumed I was hittin on all eight. Hidden and outta sight before the time the meat wagons came, different attire so as I ain’t be catching the blame… thought we could head to a different town before I was talking to elephant ears with elbows sniffing around, but I was wrong… that flim flamming filly jumped in the flither and faded, by the morning she was gone… I shoulda known it, shoulda been duly noted, in a moment I’ll be facing the jury on my lonesome… the jaws knows something, now there’s no bluffing, I was swindled by a Jane and left to go juggin… peepers putting the screws on, questioning my setup, saying jail times coming, can’t believe I was setup… they’ll never catch me tryna wat with the rappers, soon to catch a rap and get ranked by the hammers and saws, now I ain’t no sappin my paws, I ain’t bout to grab the air like a patsy for the laws I’m a triggerman, bigger than this whole entire wicked plan… no great singing before I snitch I’d rather sing and dance…

[Verse 3]:
Everything was silk, until the sleuth starting spitting allegations, marched me to the clubhouse both hands in bracelets… he said “you really picked the wrong kid to rub out, your lady set you up for the fall and took the run out… you really think we wouldn’t find the sniff? the guy you hit was a shamus a private vic…” that sent a million daggers into my soul, another intricate piece of the tapestry unfolds, I was a bunny in the mark, as of the very start. Now I’m headed to the cooler, for following my heart, he looked at me with the mad rage of the soprano, grilling me like a sand spade or Philip Marlowe, earning me a third degree, but I kept clammed turns out she had a record that was long as her gams, and if I wanted freedom… I had to start squeaking, unless I inherit debt with some lettuce I’m not leaving, receiving treatment I had only seen the best endure, minutes away from being prescribed an electric cure… frying, this guy knew I was lying, what he didn’t realise is I had been eyein his iron, entirely ready to die, defiant on why are they tryna to tie on me… early retirement… see I ain’t no punk clown if imma be cut down, I’m taking some coppers with me throwing lead up town…