Bakers Dozen

Prick your finger let the blood drip into the ashes

Live by the oath of the Omerta once you're sworn into the family

Nothing else comes before it and there damn sure ain't nothing after

I got something for every last one of you son of a bitch of a bastards

I am too involved but I'm not worried no not at all

Feel like a travel agent stuffing suitcases with body parts

Who wants to go on a trip somewhere dark wet and not marked on the map

Laid out to relax along the shoreline tossed into a tall patch of grass

Can't wait to say I told you bitch use someone close to get you folded in

No scopes get right up on him and blow my shit

Brain on the barrel I know he's hit

Check every address attached to him no luck then start snatching kin