February, 2005
"I Said Tony And 5 Fuckers Turned Their Head"
i'm the sicilian american princess bringing the most
rocking from the mid-west to the mediterranean coast
my shit is mad gross, and i don't mean to really boast
but i am selling sex like your mom at a wiener roast
i'll cut your eyes with the golden bling bling i wear
rocking black hair, a pair of pants with a slight flair
looking like a broad on the cover of italy's vanity fair
using my round ass to give you tender loving care
i'll eat your garlic and double you some seaweed
i'll gulp that vino like my toilet swallowed stuff i peed
i got a craving for breaded steak like a throbbing need
like being at my nonna's house, i am ready to overfeed
my dads cousins wifes uncle was a major mafia boss
not a man to double cross, he'd poison your pasta sauce
hire my big ass to hide the body, bury you under moss
re-apply my lip gloss, get in the car, and go play lacrosse
i ain't that cold blooded, just my people been hated on
thinking we're all wops like it's the gospel according to john
we're not withdrawn, we have just been frowned upon
like i'm carmella soprano, only ever drive to the hair salon
like papa john invited the olive garden to drink dom perignon
cos i'm tall, dark, handsome, you got no need to bitch
i might get my brothers to drop you off in a drainage ditch
you don't want to see my angry lip twitch cos you think
my last name ends in a vowel so my dad must be rich
cos he must walk around in black, with a violin case
carries mace with grace, will kill you with a straight face
or he's in waste management like the entire italian race
maybe he's some mario plumber with a mustached luigi face
when you wanna take pot shots at your foreign friend
cos his ma talks to him in a language you can't comprehend
don't over extend your big white american rear end
in thinking same is better and different people can offend
if you driving around in your honda civic piece of shit
holla if you hear me, if you sweaty dagos can get it
cos if the grease stain don't fit, you must acquit
and my dad started his life without a carpenter's kit
but he got a building permit, and built that fucker bit by bit
redneck shit, stick that in your pipe, and smoke it
arguing with me, and we can have a go at it, admit it
ask for it, be with it, see to it, i'll make you submit,
sad, isn't it, i made you eat those words you just spit
if there is a lesson learned, don't fuck with hollisteria
my bad side is like a disaster area, dig a hole, i'll bury ya
i'll stay in the city, just keep to your suburban area
i'll send you to bavaria, bulgaria, infect you with malaria
if you afraid of mass hysteria, there is a lesson to be learned
do not fuck with hollisteria
i'm the sicilian american princess bringing the most
rocking from the mid-west to the mediterranean coast
my shit is mad gross, and i don't mean to really boast
but i am selling sex like your mom at a wiener roast
i'll cut your eyes with the golden bling bling i wear
rocking black hair, a pair of pants with a slight flair
looking like a broad on the cover of italy's vanity fair
using my round ass to give you tender loving care
i'll eat your garlic and double you some seaweed
i'll gulp that vino like my toilet swallowed stuff i peed
i got a craving for breaded steak like a throbbing need
like being at my nonna's house, i am ready to overfeed
my dads cousins wifes uncle was a major mafia boss
not a man to double cross, he'd poison your pasta sauce
hire my big ass to hide the body, bury you under moss
re-apply my lip gloss, get in the car, and go play lacrosse
i ain't that cold blooded, just my people been hated on
thinking we're all wops like it's the gospel according to john
we're not withdrawn, we have just been frowned upon
like i'm carmella soprano, only ever drive to the hair salon
like papa john invited the olive garden to drink dom perignon
cos i'm tall, dark, handsome, you got no need to bitch
i might get my brothers to drop you off in a drainage ditch
you don't want to see my angry lip twitch cos you think
my last name ends in a vowel so my dad must be rich
cos he must walk around in black, with a violin case
carries mace with grace, will kill you with a straight face
or he's in waste management like the entire italian race
maybe he's some mario plumber with a mustached luigi face
when you wanna take pot shots at your foreign friend
cos his ma talks to him in a language you can't comprehend
don't over extend your big white american rear end
in thinking same is better and different people can offend
if you driving around in your honda civic piece of shit
holla if you hear me, if you sweaty dagos can get it
cos if the grease stain don't fit, you must acquit
and my dad started his life without a carpenter's kit
but he got a building permit, and built that fucker bit by bit
redneck shit, stick that in your pipe, and smoke it
arguing with me, and we can have a go at it, admit it
ask for it, be with it, see to it, i'll make you submit,
sad, isn't it, i made you eat those words you just spit
if there is a lesson learned, don't fuck with hollisteria
my bad side is like a disaster area, dig a hole, i'll bury ya
i'll stay in the city, just keep to your suburban area
i'll send you to bavaria, bulgaria, infect you with malaria
if you afraid of mass hysteria, there is a lesson to be learned
do not fuck with hollisteria