Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster;
The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on
the wall, I'm your biggest fan
next to my little brother Paul.
Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip
if you talk to his brother he says they
always planned this trip
he wasn't oky-dokie running around like
Don Quixot
Perverted Before God lyrics

confess your sinsupon the blood of christthe lamb of goda blank sacrificeflesh comes rippingfrom my touchfinal communiona homicidal fuckmur
e, trying to free a man he
didn't even know B.
He had the roots he bought the suits
but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth
he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he
lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing
he flipped one fine summer afternoon
he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon.
He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked 
Billhilly lyrics


billyhilly he?s the king of the hill billhilly he hits
the sour mash swill billhilly he made it off the
farm he?s kickin? up dirt out on the loose he-
haw-ha chew
the
Coup de Ville to Illinois.

La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York"

He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club
two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub
he tried to see the Don, without an invitation
stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion
waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine;
and only Paulie go away with the skin on 
What You Deserve lyrics


You try to string me up
You can never get the best of me
Well I've never been to California
And I'll never care if I get there anyway

Don't ever lose you
his behind.
Back in the borough the cops are acting
thorough; they raided Franky's room
and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note,
with a rhyme that was dope, about
how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope.
It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach,
The King of New York".

La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York"