It ain't a grand career, To get capped, By a random peer/ So Tony ran in fear, Beause there's no bargain here/ Only a plan so severe, To dump him like a can of beer/ The search party expands here, To reprimand him in the leer/ Capo said "man y'all hear," "We'll hang him like a chandelier"/ Tony had to scan the rear, While looking around mumbling, He fell down stumbling/ "There he is, cap the snitch," "Right before we clap his bitch," Tony heard the capo exclaim/ He was inclined to decline, The sweet release of death/ He'd be fine moving swiftly, With ease to the left/ The men stood in line, Letting bullets rip the air/ Tony gripped his nine, Ready to trip a pair, Of the men closest to him/ Gunshots invaded the cul-de-sac, He couldn't pull away or react, To the shells grazing his face/ Strapped up like a naval base, He aimed at their face/ It was a shameful place, Danger increasing at a fatal pace/ At last he capped the Capo, Crawling away into the night/ Forever persistently pursued, By his periless plight/