Big Fish, Little Fish, Old Skool G

He smokes cuban cigars
he'll put horses head in your bed
Dont look him in the eye
or he'll fill ya full of lead
he has a gold plated smile
a stolen credit card
pursed by interpol
hunted by scotland yard
he's the underworld of nightmare's
a gangster devoid of love
pin striped suits
money is his god
with a broad under one arm
and a tommy gun in the other
he'll take your money
steal your girl and take her back to mother
A wannabe gangster
marlon brando he wishes
His ex she wants her child support
Now she's sleeping with the fishes
wearing concrete shoes
and chains around her neck
he's like a crap tony soprano
when his corpse hits the deck
like kingpin messiagh
he used his one wish
he forgot the old saying
there's always a bigger fish.

Written by Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke