The Italian Stallion rides again
Through the Windy City he strolls
The celebration soon will begin
Everyone is invited, except for the trolls (sorry Rook )
Party is held on the Waveland rooftop
For it is there, where we can fit a big enough cake
Candle after candle placed til our fingers say stop
We'll have to clean up the ashes with a rake
Sirens in the distance, a 4 alarm fire
Little do they know, it's just Papi turning another year
He just smirks and says "bring it" if you desire
He just kicks back and says "Kb, another beer"
He keeps all us inmates in line
Tells us to "relax" if the need be
If we don't then ban is the fine
He'll just shake his head and think golly gee
I for one, am sure glad to have you
As a boss, with Wayne and that other guy
No one else I would choose
To say "kb about your booze"
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