I paid the mob their fee so no one can touch me
You see, you gotta' pay the Don so he can wet his beak
Wait, got a situation here
I'll consult whitecoat technicians
They'll run some tests and check emissions
This condition needs some fixin' now, so slice me up
Staple me shut
Fluid's leaking out
Press your hands down
Writhing on the couch, I'm screaming loud,
"Who's gonna help me now?" while the deep red creeps across white sheets
I'm draining out
Could you do a favor?
Please press your hands down
The Don's connections: chargin' more protection to repair my body
It's gonna cost me
Naked from the waist down, I'm freakin' out
This is me from the waist down
I didn't mean for you to see these scars
I'm pleadin' now, could you do a favor?
Please, just turn around
Turn around
The mob needs more for the war in the neighborhood
I've already paid the standard fee for homeland security
(My hands covered in my own blood
Who'll repair me? I've had enough)
It's unclear why this fear's overtaken me 'cause
I never had an enemy 'til the Don's family moved onto my street, throwing buckets of blood on my hands
These are my new liquid assets
Can't they kick a little back to heal me for investing in the crime family?