Case open, case shut Isn't it tragic? But you could pay to close it like a casket The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper

Always on time 'cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex I don't trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!) I don't trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll Fuck with me now or you'll never know (never know!) My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!) Logic ain't here

A man wants to work for his pay A man wants a place in the sun A man wants a gal proud to say That she'll become his lovin' wife He wants a chance to give his kids a better life, yes Well hello, hello, hello brother You can travel all around the world

Hell is for children Hell is for hell Because hell And you know that their little lives can become such a mess And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the

Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him

I come so you can know me I'm here to make you proud I come to wreck and guide you You know I'm coming for you Cause I got nothing to lose And now I'm still on my way for the pay Come closer inside There's something I need you to see It's just a picture

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little

I'm a genie in a bottle, baby If you wanna be with me Come, come, come in and let me out Baby, there's a price to pay I'm a genie in a bottle You gotta ask me the right way I can make your wish come true Gotta catch me the right way, honey