Killah Priest — Wimbledon 1936

Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the 1930 Wimbledon Grass courts, fast talk, “So, how does it feel to win?” It was a thrill afterwards with snacks and hors d’oeuvres were served Back at the countryside shack it was packed Signed a couple tennis racks [?] the winner’s plaque Girls were piggyback And pools, it was cool They had multiple rooms Lotions, perfumes Jewelry flair, night’s clear, exposes the moon Beneath was silent film actors and actresses Dancers, politicians and activists The wine was flowing, the band was blowing Immaculate, time was slowing Tans were showing, extravagant Championship gambling chips Dancing hips, money clips The place was roaring Bets took, people watch by the floormen “What’s up, Toots?” “Nothing, Johnny, I see you came in with your crooks” “Yeah, I got some at the poker table” “I see you’re in your books” “Yeah, it’s just some names of some dames, some lames” "Let’s bet small change, ya know" Yeah, they had rooms where you could get a massage or a menage Dealers bet with the cards Outside, the freshest cars Inside, the smokers, the best cigars The vocalist did a solo set from PR Panama Glance by the piano set by the bar Crackers and caviar Oh, what a good time, everyone’s having fun ’til these masked men kicked open the door, came in with guns One shot the doorman in his head Alcohol ran down his pants The other tried to squeeze, but his trigger jammed So he kept pulling and pulling ’til finally a bullet came out right into this female’s mouth Her brain flew right into someone’s food Screams, people yelling, running, ducking under tables The projector running, showing quiet films of Clark Gable People on the floor, groaning, holding their heart and navel Blood everywhere “Hey Johnny, I know you’re in here somewhere Me and my goons are gonna blow this whole joint Everybody’s dying No one’s leaving alive ’til we find him And when we do, we’re gonna give him the big business” That’s when this female ran by He grabbed her neck then twisted Everybody’s on the hit-list Then stabbed the poor woman with scissors The man on his back said, “please, no more” Then he took the back of his gun and beat his head into the floor The hatchet man with the work with the knife all night The goons squeezed the Uzi They shot the hot mama, the looker, the hooker, the sweet [?] “Give her a two piece” The big guy put on the clamps Shut off her lamps Then gave everybody in the click joint lead poison Everywhere the smoke appoint It hit all of them Then Johnny Boy popped up out the shadows with Toots in his arm “Alright, boys, move in” “Okay, Skip, stay calm, I got this dame” But he did the same He put one in her arm and one in his brain Oh well Now you can see all of their pictures in the lobbies of hotels