Big Bertha

      Big Bertha

She wasn't accustomed to losing
Her battles were always well planned
If you value your life, do not cross her
Don't mess with her kids or her man

On most days, she is docile
A smile for all that she meets
But fuck with what she holds dearest
They'll be scraping your ass off the street

Ol' Paulie, can maybe tell you
Since once, he and her were real close
Until that day that he crossed her
And she cut off his balls and his toes

Tread lightly, when you are near her
Do, try to grant her her wishes
If you mess with her kids or her lover
You'll be chum for the Long Island fishes.