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There is a guy Joe "Mangles" Abondanza dude who warns darn few,
He'll chill your air, calls magots dirt, hates faggy pants, he's cold shock too.
He bumps off guys, he stumps their shy,
Some he'd quite-ly clutch down.

He set upon some hell in New Oreleans, he has - no bounds no doubt,
He broke a knee you see some wise - some rage, then he choaked him out.
Be glock or knife, deals shock and strife, he gaffe, snappin' leg he hep.

Mr. Joe "Mangles", Mr. Joe "Mangles"
Mr. Joe "Mangles", hence...

He liked to maim, Joe "Mangles", but romanced a chick, a southern belle,
He'd dine and dance she came from France, once this chump got wise,
So he cipped his reel.
Won't let go this daft, upset Joe kicked aft,
Took off his nose with one round.

Mr. Joe "Mangles", Mr. Joe "Mangles"
Mr. Joe "Mangles", hence...

Romanced the hos, drank gin not sloe, but bounty, rare,
Don't run his mouth.
He'd croaked some queers, had phobeen fears, on the docks broke limbs,
Unraveled, no doubt.
With glock up most die, shut up rat guy, four score twenty rears he don't grieve.

On rope they dance, don't give any chance he'd bonk these "donks", [1]
He'd think need clipped.
But most of his crime, he'd end their time, in front seat cars,
These finks he'd hit.
He'd cook them dead, and then he'd hook them head,
I heard some them ask him PLEASE
PLEASE ..........

Mr. Joe "Mangles", Mr. Joe "Mangles"
Mr. Joe "Mangles", hence!

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