Detective Moltisanti Detects his Wife's Affair

Waking up wet in the cold dark alleys
Some guy has been asking if I've seen his granny
So I gunned him down for suspicious activity
I'm glad I'm here to save this godforsaken city

It's 2 am, I decide to call it a day
So I venture through the chasms of the abandoned alleyway
I stumble across four little kids
Apparently, they didn't understand what they did

I told them I didn't have time for their tricks
So I whipped out my gun and the rest you can predict
I gathered my things and headed home
But as I opened the door out came sweaty Tyrone

You see, Tyrone is the sort of man you can trust
Everyone knows his signature musk
I offered him a napkin but he refused
He seemed to be in a rush, and very confused

My alarm goes off, its time for work
But first, I offer my wife a twerk
She declines and says she's had enough
But I haven't seen her for three long months

The detective i am decides to set up a camera
Then I leave to search for Paul of Uganda
I look for a place to relax and take notes
Still dark, I make my way toward a lamp post

When out of the shadows, emerges Jenkins himself
He grips the lamp post, but I kill him myself
Later that day, I kiss my wife on the cheek
But that's when I noticed Tyrone's signature reek

At that moment it all clicked inside my head
My wife and Tyrone had been getting steamy in bed
I checked the footage and there it was
My wife, and her secret love

I thought I was enough
But you just want it rough
I thought I could make it up
But I guess I'm out of luck

And now I'm out of work
And without my morning twerk
I have nothing left
Not even little Ned

He is my son too
Don't put him on the barbeque
If only I knew before
Tyrone would be no more

I just wanted to solve cases
But you went fiddling with other races
At least he'd treat her right
But this is my final night