I write this rap song on joey merlino sorry for the rhymes I made my brst
Yo yo motherfuckers its me, joey.
Joey Merlino
When I got out, I did like Willy
Go to Boca and far from Philly
The years goes on
But I cant turn back to philly
The feds want to nail me
but I had great men that watch my back
The Changs, Ligambi, Grande and Mazzone
Guys is like a pizza with peperoni
In 89 mac10 in my hand
I tried to kill the little guy son
But he run away and say bye bye
I go to jersey, lucchese save me
In the 90s fighting Stanfa
Yo old siggy had no men to made
Apart veasey and Coletti this renegades
Yes I win the war, philly was mine
Natale flips but for me is ok
Party every night,money to bet
Luise a guy from Boston said made me,
Im Bobby luise and I was a capo
But 10k a month I was desperado
The solution? The cocaine
It goes away better than champagne
But the fed busted me: We want merlino idiot you must flip
Give us the tapes and got a witsec trip
1999 for sure I won't be at the millenium party
14 y, ain’t bad better than death penalty
I will be 50 and this is not my elegy
Uncle Joe I give you the borgata
Re up my armata
Fuck the fed fuck the 5 family
Im joe merlino the king of philly
