Venice

Yeah that's more slow,
That's more like it

Ay, yeah we're fuckin up the contract
Have you had a look? this album's feature list is stacked
Mixin up this shit, albini not a kitchen whisk
It's A Thing soundin fucking clean on Compact Disc

The record label, they want us to calm down they said
End Message is the type of shit made for a clown
We said yo chill, we're trynna get the word around town
That LP Effect is a fucking proper noun

Yeah, don't get that shit twisted
Talk smack to us kiddies you're about to get amber-listed
Ayo, the whole energy just shifted
Reuben V as the producer tag you know that I insisted

These violins more menacing than Dennis
Servin up this shit quick like a game of tennis
Dripped out, living in Venice
The water levels getting high, this shit aint got no premise

Yeah, we're out here in Venice,
Fuck playin with balls, this aint no tennis
Yeah
We're out here in Venice,
Here's my boy Marcus D boutta be a menace

Back in the year 1964
Giovanni Speziale was far from a bore
Went to Darwin terminale
This is not the finale
For Mr Speziale.

Twenty years later Giovanni had a girl
He gave her everything, rings of diamond and pearl
After a day on the farm he walked into the barn
And caught his wife suckin on his neighbour's yarn

Twenty years married, memories were made
All ended with his wife's pussy like marmalade
In a moment of strife, after Giovanni saw his wife
He went into his pocket and reached for a knife

Transported in a carriage just like the marriage
Twenty years of jail, Giovanni was frail
So they went into his cell and let him out on bail
No longer did he have to suck the penis of a male

And finally we're back to the modern day,
Giovanni rests easy on his own paddock of hay
But no one really knows if he's dead or alive
Some say he shot himself back in two zero one five