needed to change
the course
by eliminating
the jockey
and his horse.
They owned the track
and that wasn't
good
if you're a two bit
dirty
little hood.
Two Lips Tommy
had to stop
their winning ways
because crime
and gambling
always pays.
Two Lips Tommy
talked
both tough and mean
but Two Lips Tommy
was as smooth as
Vaseline.
So he wined and dined
the jockey
to his final sleep
leaving a mystery
behind
that was very deep.
The jockey disappeared
where
the fish don't swim
and as for the horse
it was much more
grim.
Now the narrator of this story
believed if karma
was due
then Two Lips Tommy
would have it coming
too.
One day he dropped by the stable
and noticed me
here.
I gave him a nod
to approach
the rear.
As he was bending over
to tie
his shoe
I knew exactly
what I had
to do.
Two Lips Tommy
then bled
and bled
when I kicked
that rotten bastard
in the head.
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