Joe Black - Hell's Kitchen lyrics

Tell the district attorney this didn't concern me I was in Hell's Kitchen fixin' the fish & the curry Lamb for the slaughter, seasoned in turmeric powder Jealous queen, tell a story of murder and power who else you know this Rico Suave 'bout RICO laws? It's 'cause we don't lob doggy, naw we go off Keep it locked like the Eastern Block Feasting off the flesh and the pheromones like "Hi Honey, Taran's home" Watch her race for the apron and maple sizzurp And let her skull game shine like Damien Hirst Shorty knows that i don't suffer, fools The rules taught me to buck 'em and do unto others as others have done to you So, if your best friends run with the Beast like X-Men Expect 'em to end up slumped in the West End What you gon' do when You-Know-Who Roll by, bow-tie, Brother Mouzone suit? We Army of God's Children, zombies with hearts missin' Got Luther and John with us, runnin' credit card scams Eyes red, no retinal scan We get cake, get it straight, then invest it in land (hook) I feel like God behind these bars, every sentence is holy Man, even my pedastal's on a level to blow me So you gettin' to know me, you should step to me slowly And know that my only interest in you's to collect what you owe me I ain't sweatin your shorty but if that b**h is fine A single line, i'll stick it to her back like a 'kick-me' sign On a Quest like McCody for Incredible Hulk green I said get me a whole P but it better be OG Go fetch me some rollies, your connect doesn't know me I bet he only roll with Bunk like Detective McNulty Your baby mama Adrianna get dumped where the hogs ate If she singin' like Kanye and they buildin a strong case She a #1 b**h and this isn't a dog race Pull strings for the boss like Silvio Dante While I grin with the mob face, you say that b**h deserved it Mr. Perfect, crack an OJ smile when I get the verdict (hook) Live from the psych ward, ridin' with a dyke who*e Dime, she cryin cuz she Chi-er (shyer) than a Vice Lord Crimes committed is my life story I should be signed to the court-room while the district attorney writes for me Nobody bettin against it 'cause I got deadly intentions Ready to vent and I only need the medic's attention I'm more morbid than going door-to-door to record horror I'll put you in your trunk up under your spoiler I keep pushin', I beat bush when I speak, more bullsh** comes up outta me than the freak douchin' I keep lookin' for guns like police under my seat cushion Out to complete just what the weak wouldn't I'm a sh** starter So tell your b**h I'm a 10 on the dick chart, get smart 'cause I hit harder I'm a sick martyr You tryna ma**age the clit, I'm tryna stick my arm in her rim like Vince Carter (hook)