A red colour 1976 Ford Mustang
comes in into a scene where rose parlor was built
that in between a desert
came a bingo and burnt his cigar.........
rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage
That gangster named Ben,
He came in,
wore a party suit
Where formally written
Big Bang Black long shoe
He was wavin a Blue Red Hat,
With a mighty red white jacket, and
Had 1976 colt 45 armed in his
Jacket shown black
From Inside where lied his pocket
Ben Made his ruthless stare at the Parlor
he stared long enough to be noticed
The Boss Had his eyes on that Land
But Rose had its own history with
Every gangster that visited and had a massage
but Ben ain't no every other Gangster,
Ben is the Boss of all
He takes a step forward and every
livin MO******R is aware that golden capped tooth holdin
The cigar is hotter than the cigar
Ben ain't a good guy,
Cuz Ben Wants it personal,
That red white jacket
Shown Black from inside,
with a Pocket Black brings out
a 100 Dollar bill,
Rose parlor offers a decent Massage with 1934
French wine complimentary for dollar 55,
Including service charge,
But Ben Would pay a hundred dollar written
with "I am God" in thick red ink.
That long Black shoe stepped forward
Covering 9 inches by one yard,
And evryone knows it
That rose parlor lady ain't
A fool, she ain't a personal property
And the Rose parlor Lady,
Whose father was a cobbler,
Who made shoe with his hands,
Had no nervous moment,
That Gangster was not issue,
Cuz,
She handled gun, bigga than her father's label board
that said big bang black long shoe
but she won't use it,
She knows that Gun would make noise,
And ben's men won't like noise
And Ben'e been there before,
Long back in the desert when
Only one man made shoe
His name was joe,
He made shoe of fresh
Hard leatha,
Unbreakeable long enough that his
Naughty Daughty Rose opened a parlor
but the Desert ain't a place for
Decent men, Desert makes men livin'
Through Heat and Ben is biggest of them all
And Ben want's it personal,
Joe gets nervous, Rose is confident
Cuz Rose Knows that Ben isn't here for
Bang Bang, Ben is here for love
But Rose isn't a personal Property,
And Ben Wants it personal
Evening light is less for visibility,
That 1976 bulb isn't sufficint to light up
the city,
That Light triangle glows only
Formally written BigBang Black Long Shoe
And just below that the Red Door through which one can
See Who is inside,
And Ben's eye shrinks when it looks at Rose
Rose is adjusting
The desert is as lonely as Ben
Ben got that 1976 red mustang and
One 22 something Chauffeur, Crash
Crash got a scar across his face
scar from nose to the right corner of the forehead passing through
His eye, covered by an eye pad
Crash don't speak,
For him his first love,
That car more than Ben
He keeps it safe cuz
No one else got a 1976 Red Mustang
In that desert,
And No one among Ben's Men Drive safe
But Crash, crash drove truck
When he stole a truck and ran away from anotha Desert
and landed in Ben's hand
Who petted him,
Behind that eye pad one Eye Brow
Lifted up, in agony and face twisted to left
Cuz Rose Parlor had its own history
with every Gangster that visited
and Had a massage,
Rose had never been a foolish girl,
She Had a gun,
Larger than that board that said
BigBang black long shoe
But She won't use it
Cuz it would create a lot of noise
And Ben's men would not like a lot of noise,
As anyother gangster's men would have liked
Once upon a time,
A black 1974 cadillac Eldorado parked in front of Rose parlor
A white Shirt, Grey Denim white shoe
Weld came out of the car, with 3 black
Bodyguards a dude, White Tall, Pale
Ultra Smart, with even Mind in slow motion,
Rose knew him cuz he was regular dude......
But regular dude was impatient and grinnin' Sad
Today Weld wanted to own Rose,
That she becomes Weld's personal Ride as was
His 1974 cadillac Eldorado,
But Rose wasn't a personal Property,
Rose responded Grin with a smile,
Rose Gave a lengthy massage,
Dollar 55 massage was Dollar 49 massage then,
complimented with a regular french wine,
And Rose was always great with massage,
Every inch of self got relaxed and
Weld felt a melt everywhere above the belt
where she massaged,
But today weld was here to cross his limits,
Weld loosened his belt
But the Belt was holdin his Gun too,
Rose responded grin with smile,
She snatched open that belt,
But she can't use a gun
cuz it would create noise
And Rose wasn't a foolish Girl
Rose turned on the Radio on full volume,
And Play soft music,
And Rose would give the french wine
And Rose would massage to an extent that
Weld would loose conciousness
And in his lost conciousness
Rose and Joe would suffocate him to
The End of Weld,
And then Joe and Rose would take the Guns,
One man and one girl, with one gun each,
Would wait for the guards to come in,
One of them comes in and.....
Rose doesn't shoot cuz she already sees
Only one of them coming,
She seduces the guard inside the cobbler's
Workshop, where her father waits with the tools
the rest of the 2,
Frustrated after waiting long enough,
Decide to intrude,
But once again,
Father and his naughty daughty,
were ready with 2 guns each inside,
And Bang Bang,
Rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage
Ben Walked in to that Parlor with 2 of his
Henchmen, asking them to wait outside the Door
Cuz
Rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage,
The 2 Henchmen were with Ben for 12 years,
And Ben trusted 'em far more than anyone else
And the Henchmen were Brothers, and were rich,
The Henchmen Bill and Jim, and wore Tuxedo, with
Brown Formal Shoes with Laces and Shotguns
in their Left and right of each other,
Standing on right and left of Each other,
Bill had pipe in his mouth he looked at
Red Mustang in front of his eyes,
Bill was rich, but he could never buy that kinda Car
So Costly, Jim was older, but he was richer,
And he too couldn't buy that Kinda car,
But both had a car,
But they never had such a car.
Bill turned his stare at Jim,
Jim too was starin' the Red Mustang
If Ben had gone Bill and Jim were the oldest
Gangsters in that desert, in between Jim and Bill
the others either became
History cuz of Ben, or the Desert, or Poverty or That Parlor,
Jim turned to his brother
only to find he is looking at him.
Bill widened is lips to show white
Healthy Teeth, Holdin' Pipe in His mouth,
He know what needed to be done,
Rose Parlor would try to make
Ben something of the Past,
Jim would wait outside till Ben would be past
And then go inside to Be The Big guy of the Desert
And Bill, would take the driver down,
The Driver lifts his eyebrow, in agony
Waiting, for something to happen so that
The 2 brothers would go inside to save the Boss
And he would take red mustang away,
And
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH"
A man shouts inside,
Jim had not expected noise,
Cuz Rose Parlor had its own history
with every Gangster that visited
And Jim Knew
She handled gun, bigga than her father's label board
that said big bang black long shoe
but she won't use it,
She knows that Gun would make noise,
And bang Bang!!!!
gunfire inside
Jim looked at his brother,
Crash Fired the engine
A bit too soon,
Bill looked at Crash
Jim decides to go inside,
to Check what happened,
Crash tunrs horrified,
Bill Rushes towards crash,
He lifts up the gear
In anxiety and leaves the
Clutch too soon
The Car is turned off
Bill lifts his Shotgun,
swiftly
Goes and Stands opposite Crash,
And bang!!!!
He breaks The Red Mustang's glass,
And splat!!!!! Explodes Crashe's Head
And Bang Bang!!!!!
Sounds a shotgun,
Gunfire inside,
and Bill reloads his Shotgun,
Takes a step forward and stops,
The Remaining pieces of glass fall Down,
The Lamp, in the evening is brightest,
But it flickered,
Cuz No one bothered about,
quality of Electrical supply in Desert
No one cared even if someone killed someone in the desert
and Suddenly voice from inside
"BILL"
and bill leaves everything aside and runs,
and opens the door and shoots abruptly,
only to find he shot Jim's head, and Jim
Jim had his hands and legs wounded by a gun
Leaving him immovable on his place with his
Head blown!!!!!
And Bang!!!!
Sounds a shotgun,
Gunfire inside!!!!!!
Once Upon a time,
when Rose seduced
Ben inside Her father's workshop,
Where his father had wooden log in
His hands,
Waiting to strike The Boss' head,
To make him lose his concious,
Ben suddenly pushed Rose at the gate and
Father Struck her naughty Daughty,
She lost concious,
And Ben snatched that log,
And beat Joe
Joe Shout in agonising Pain,
And Ben was being seduced,
So Rose had taken away her jacket, so Ben
Went into the parlor, Dragging Joe and placing him on
The Door of the Parlor,
Take his gun and shoot Joe,
Jim comes inside,
Stumbles upon Joe,
Ben Snatches his shotgun,
Fires his limbs,
Adjusts him On a chair,
Just Opposite the Door
And waits in a corner,
Draws, a sharp object from the Workshop,
And waits,
Throws the object
Targetting Jim's belly,
Misses the spot and
Strikes centimeters below,
Poor Jim, out of agony,
Cries his Brother's name,
Poor Bill, out of agony
pulls the Trigger, reloads
again pulls the trigger,
Reloads
again pulls the Trigger
as soon as he enters,
Only to Blow his brother's head,
And then crosses his line of sight,
BEN with his brother's Shotgun and
Bill Looked at Ben with a Grin,
With Ben's eyes saying He'd Known
Him long enough to Identify His Envious
Partners needed to learn That Ben is
BEN cuz He is BEN,
And Ben lifts his gun and.....
BANG BANG!!!!
that in between a desert
came a bingo and burnt his cigar.........
rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage
That gangster named Ben,
He came out,
With unconcious Rose on his shoulder,
Walked
That long Black shoe stepped forward
Covering 9 inches by one yard,
Towards his Red Mustang,
A bit stained and its glass Broken, But
It didn't bother that evening,
One Ben's rich and Two
That evening it was a bingo cuz
He was Ben
The Boss Had his eyes on that Land
But Rose had its own history with
Every gangster that visited and had a massage
but Ben ain't no every other Gangster,
Ben is the Boss of all
He takes a step forward and every
livin MO******R is aware that golden capped tooth holdin'
The cigar is hotter than the cigar.
comes in into a scene where rose parlor was built
that in between a desert
came a bingo and burnt his cigar.........
rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage
That gangster named Ben,
He came in,
wore a party suit
Where formally written
Big Bang Black long shoe
He was wavin a Blue Red Hat,
With a mighty red white jacket, and
Had 1976 colt 45 armed in his
Jacket shown black
From Inside where lied his pocket
Ben Made his ruthless stare at the Parlor
he stared long enough to be noticed
The Boss Had his eyes on that Land
But Rose had its own history with
Every gangster that visited and had a massage
but Ben ain't no every other Gangster,
Ben is the Boss of all
He takes a step forward and every
livin MO******R is aware that golden capped tooth holdin
The cigar is hotter than the cigar
Ben ain't a good guy,
Cuz Ben Wants it personal,
That red white jacket
Shown Black from inside,
with a Pocket Black brings out
a 100 Dollar bill,
Rose parlor offers a decent Massage with 1934
French wine complimentary for dollar 55,
Including service charge,
But Ben Would pay a hundred dollar written
with "I am God" in thick red ink.
That long Black shoe stepped forward
Covering 9 inches by one yard,
And evryone knows it
That rose parlor lady ain't
A fool, she ain't a personal property
And the Rose parlor Lady,
Whose father was a cobbler,
Who made shoe with his hands,
Had no nervous moment,
That Gangster was not issue,
Cuz,
She handled gun, bigga than her father's label board
that said big bang black long shoe
but she won't use it,
She knows that Gun would make noise,
And ben's men won't like noise
And Ben'e been there before,
Long back in the desert when
Only one man made shoe
His name was joe,
He made shoe of fresh
Hard leatha,
Unbreakeable long enough that his
Naughty Daughty Rose opened a parlor
but the Desert ain't a place for
Decent men, Desert makes men livin'
Through Heat and Ben is biggest of them all
And Ben want's it personal,
Joe gets nervous, Rose is confident
Cuz Rose Knows that Ben isn't here for
Bang Bang, Ben is here for love
But Rose isn't a personal Property,
And Ben Wants it personal
Evening light is less for visibility,
That 1976 bulb isn't sufficint to light up
the city,
That Light triangle glows only
Formally written BigBang Black Long Shoe
And just below that the Red Door through which one can
See Who is inside,
And Ben's eye shrinks when it looks at Rose
Rose is adjusting
The desert is as lonely as Ben
Ben got that 1976 red mustang and
One 22 something Chauffeur, Crash
Crash got a scar across his face
scar from nose to the right corner of the forehead passing through
His eye, covered by an eye pad
Crash don't speak,
For him his first love,
That car more than Ben
He keeps it safe cuz
No one else got a 1976 Red Mustang
In that desert,
And No one among Ben's Men Drive safe
But Crash, crash drove truck
When he stole a truck and ran away from anotha Desert
and landed in Ben's hand
Who petted him,
Behind that eye pad one Eye Brow
Lifted up, in agony and face twisted to left
Cuz Rose Parlor had its own history
with every Gangster that visited
and Had a massage,
Rose had never been a foolish girl,
She Had a gun,
Larger than that board that said
BigBang black long shoe
But She won't use it
Cuz it would create a lot of noise
And Ben's men would not like a lot of noise,
As anyother gangster's men would have liked
Once upon a time,
A black 1974 cadillac Eldorado parked in front of Rose parlor
A white Shirt, Grey Denim white shoe
Weld came out of the car, with 3 black
Bodyguards a dude, White Tall, Pale
Ultra Smart, with even Mind in slow motion,
Rose knew him cuz he was regular dude......
But regular dude was impatient and grinnin' Sad
Today Weld wanted to own Rose,
That she becomes Weld's personal Ride as was
His 1974 cadillac Eldorado,
But Rose wasn't a personal Property,
Rose responded Grin with a smile,
Rose Gave a lengthy massage,
Dollar 55 massage was Dollar 49 massage then,
complimented with a regular french wine,
And Rose was always great with massage,
Every inch of self got relaxed and
Weld felt a melt everywhere above the belt
where she massaged,
But today weld was here to cross his limits,
Weld loosened his belt
But the Belt was holdin his Gun too,
Rose responded grin with smile,
She snatched open that belt,
But she can't use a gun
cuz it would create noise
And Rose wasn't a foolish Girl
Rose turned on the Radio on full volume,
And Play soft music,
And Rose would give the french wine
And Rose would massage to an extent that
Weld would loose conciousness
And in his lost conciousness
Rose and Joe would suffocate him to
The End of Weld,
And then Joe and Rose would take the Guns,
One man and one girl, with one gun each,
Would wait for the guards to come in,
One of them comes in and.....
Rose doesn't shoot cuz she already sees
Only one of them coming,
She seduces the guard inside the cobbler's
Workshop, where her father waits with the tools
the rest of the 2,
Frustrated after waiting long enough,
Decide to intrude,
But once again,
Father and his naughty daughty,
were ready with 2 guns each inside,
And Bang Bang,
Rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage
Ben Walked in to that Parlor with 2 of his
Henchmen, asking them to wait outside the Door
Cuz
Rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage,
The 2 Henchmen were with Ben for 12 years,
And Ben trusted 'em far more than anyone else
And the Henchmen were Brothers, and were rich,
The Henchmen Bill and Jim, and wore Tuxedo, with
Brown Formal Shoes with Laces and Shotguns
in their Left and right of each other,
Standing on right and left of Each other,
Bill had pipe in his mouth he looked at
Red Mustang in front of his eyes,
Bill was rich, but he could never buy that kinda Car
So Costly, Jim was older, but he was richer,
And he too couldn't buy that Kinda car,
But both had a car,
But they never had such a car.
Bill turned his stare at Jim,
Jim too was starin' the Red Mustang
If Ben had gone Bill and Jim were the oldest
Gangsters in that desert, in between Jim and Bill
the others either became
History cuz of Ben, or the Desert, or Poverty or That Parlor,
Jim turned to his brother
only to find he is looking at him.
Bill widened is lips to show white
Healthy Teeth, Holdin' Pipe in His mouth,
He know what needed to be done,
Rose Parlor would try to make
Ben something of the Past,
Jim would wait outside till Ben would be past
And then go inside to Be The Big guy of the Desert
And Bill, would take the driver down,
The Driver lifts his eyebrow, in agony
Waiting, for something to happen so that
The 2 brothers would go inside to save the Boss
And he would take red mustang away,
And
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH"
A man shouts inside,
Jim had not expected noise,
Cuz Rose Parlor had its own history
with every Gangster that visited
And Jim Knew
She handled gun, bigga than her father's label board
that said big bang black long shoe
but she won't use it,
She knows that Gun would make noise,
And bang Bang!!!!
gunfire inside
Jim looked at his brother,
Crash Fired the engine
A bit too soon,
Bill looked at Crash
Jim decides to go inside,
to Check what happened,
Crash tunrs horrified,
Bill Rushes towards crash,
He lifts up the gear
In anxiety and leaves the
Clutch too soon
The Car is turned off
Bill lifts his Shotgun,
swiftly
Goes and Stands opposite Crash,
And bang!!!!
He breaks The Red Mustang's glass,
And splat!!!!! Explodes Crashe's Head
And Bang Bang!!!!!
Sounds a shotgun,
Gunfire inside,
and Bill reloads his Shotgun,
Takes a step forward and stops,
The Remaining pieces of glass fall Down,
The Lamp, in the evening is brightest,
But it flickered,
Cuz No one bothered about,
quality of Electrical supply in Desert
No one cared even if someone killed someone in the desert
and Suddenly voice from inside
"BILL"
and bill leaves everything aside and runs,
and opens the door and shoots abruptly,
only to find he shot Jim's head, and Jim
Jim had his hands and legs wounded by a gun
Leaving him immovable on his place with his
Head blown!!!!!
And Bang!!!!
Sounds a shotgun,
Gunfire inside!!!!!!
Once Upon a time,
when Rose seduced
Ben inside Her father's workshop,
Where his father had wooden log in
His hands,
Waiting to strike The Boss' head,
To make him lose his concious,
Ben suddenly pushed Rose at the gate and
Father Struck her naughty Daughty,
She lost concious,
And Ben snatched that log,
And beat Joe
Joe Shout in agonising Pain,
And Ben was being seduced,
So Rose had taken away her jacket, so Ben
Went into the parlor, Dragging Joe and placing him on
The Door of the Parlor,
Take his gun and shoot Joe,
Jim comes inside,
Stumbles upon Joe,
Ben Snatches his shotgun,
Fires his limbs,
Adjusts him On a chair,
Just Opposite the Door
And waits in a corner,
Draws, a sharp object from the Workshop,
And waits,
Throws the object
Targetting Jim's belly,
Misses the spot and
Strikes centimeters below,
Poor Jim, out of agony,
Cries his Brother's name,
Poor Bill, out of agony
pulls the Trigger, reloads
again pulls the trigger,
Reloads
again pulls the Trigger
as soon as he enters,
Only to Blow his brother's head,
And then crosses his line of sight,
BEN with his brother's Shotgun and
Bill Looked at Ben with a Grin,
With Ben's eyes saying He'd Known
Him long enough to Identify His Envious
Partners needed to learn That Ben is
BEN cuz He is BEN,
And Ben lifts his gun and.....
BANG BANG!!!!
that in between a desert
came a bingo and burnt his cigar.........
rose parlor had its own history of
Every ganster that visted and had a massage
That gangster named Ben,
He came out,
With unconcious Rose on his shoulder,
Walked
That long Black shoe stepped forward
Covering 9 inches by one yard,
Towards his Red Mustang,
A bit stained and its glass Broken, But
It didn't bother that evening,
One Ben's rich and Two
That evening it was a bingo cuz
He was Ben
The Boss Had his eyes on that Land
But Rose had its own history with
Every gangster that visited and had a massage
but Ben ain't no every other Gangster,
Ben is the Boss of all
He takes a step forward and every
livin MO******R is aware that golden capped tooth holdin'
The cigar is hotter than the cigar.
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