by Nick Gisburne
There’s killing, when you need it, at a price
A dirty market, evil for a fee
Some other sons of bitches tap you twice
They never met the Ragged Royal T
A quarter buys a bullet in a bar
A penny puts a beating on a boy
A dollar gets a murdered movie star
A dime for any dumbass we destroy
For homicide we haggle, always down
You’ll never find a wallet in your way
A drive-by, for a discount, any town
We punish for whatever you can pay
When life is cheaper, always undercut
A nickel? That’s a dagger to the gut
