As all you folks now, my brother put a contract on me ignoring the fact that I am good with a few paesanos from Sicily.
Rufuz, come here...gooood boy!!!

My brother Jersey Ed hired a hit man
because Rufuz holding it longer couldn’t
giving a well aimed smelly golden squirt
that my being high brother wouldn’t duck,
I had said to that beloved and much suffering
but sometimes tail wagging happy mutt,
that “when one has to go…one has to go”
and now, that smelly brother put on me a gun,
that if it was hold by a bikini wearing broad
Jersey Ed brother could had had a better luck,
because lill’ brother “good for nothing…”
now I am gunning all the way for you.

PS. Two cases of warm Coors beer are
filling Rufuz drinking bowl…DUCK!!!