Cooked up a kettle a beans
Peeled me an onion
Fried some collard greens
Got my 45 sittin on the table
Man I’m mean
I’m a lean machine
Been two years
And I’m still around
All my neighbors
Are in the ground
But I found
I kinda like the sound
Of what’s goin down
I’m Hot Legs Paulie
And I know my stuff
Aint nothin left
But I got enough
Lord if it aint dead
I’ll kill it
No particular reason
Just a matter of fact
Somebody pushed a button
And that was that
Now I’m free
To do what I do best
Used to be a grocery
Now that’s circumspect
All there is makeshift
But Im real good at that
Like a heart attack
Tasty legs for supper
Fry um in the fat
Have mercy keep from cryin
Keep from dyin
Aint comin back
No, Hot Legs Paulie Aint comin back. – Sinz