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So my little brother Tanya had some troubles in Sibley I let little brother come live with me in my garage Meat loaf and mashed potatoes on the table watching cable Code of Silence, Chuck Norris in the flick is violent To be honest with you, I never liked Notre Dame I pull for Chicago teams, both insane They both play each other, I hope for a good game Both stadiums are accessible by the same train To be honest with you, Tanya's not the best worker Always tryin to take shortcuts, he gets so upset Relax, over a hundred games left Did a bad job as an intramural wrestling ref Got him a job right before he left Sibley Tanya T signs on poles (708) then his numerical telephone code Mop the basement if it's flooded, sweep out the garage, problems with bees, call him or me Go to the garage and get him If he's takin' a nap, I knock off his hat, "Get up You need to go back, you missed a wall. You got some more calls There's more garage door poles Clean out your vest and go paint the front hall, Tanya." Love Stace When this guy came to film us, you shoulda seen his face When she rolled up the window Don't stop now boys To be honest with you, I never like Illinoise So what does Tanya do? He whines and whines and cries and cries Don't get a job He had a contract to install some blinds Showed up late, didn't show up two times Never again One time he came home, his throat was bruised His shirt was torn off I thought the enforcers roughed him up, he was crying Mouth trembling, couldn't get a word out Once he piped down, it was his girlfriend who roughed him up Roughed him up and beat him up around I patched him up, dropped him off at the women's shelter I visit him every week and bring him a treat [?] He said "thanks" I get a "thanks" [?} hey, hey Tanya can't even go near Sibley Running around [?] Cops pulled him over prowling for the ounce Tanya said "Sir, the drugs are in the side pouch." Ever since then, Tanya's a snitch Confidential suburban informant Tanya T, Confidential T Busted for anything, the city blame T, everything was T He tried to tell on everything Til the enforcers broke his legs Stretched him out over chairs and they broke his legs with kegs Who'd he call? Kenny, that's who Visited him in the hospital Taught him how to walk again, taught him how to talk again [?] And this the thanks I get And his lady busted his lip and he's bleeding and crying Worse than the enforcers had him Choke marks around his throat Tears so cold I set him up in my garage And this the thanks I get And this the thanks I get Give me my bennies back Give me my bennies back, T