Eeny, MINI, miny, mo.
It's a brand new year.
Where did the MINI-SPEC-OPS go???
Porkerson is the one to blame.
That's one thing we all know,
because deception is his game.
We've searched the vaults and all the rooms.
But everything remains the same.
His dogged silence has sealed his doom.
So hide you scoundrel down Kentucky way.
We'll come for you in darkening gloom
To take your Mini-Spec-Ops all away.
On that fateful day then shed no tears,
when the Mini's are let out to play
and brother Rats will hoist victorious beers.
"Mini-tale of the Mini Man"
Mini's the name.....That's Mr Mini to you, kid.....and to the hired hacks and slavering dogs crawling the halls at the Justice Center downtown.....those suits with too much ambition and time on their hands, too many hours in their day and too little to say.....licking the hands of menial bosses and savage politico's who'd sell their own mother's remains before they've cooled.....not for me kid, not for me......not this time around.....not while there's still ice in the glass, some smokes in the pack, and a few sweet hours of freedom until dawn.....not while the cab at the curb is hanging out on my nickel.....not while I can still make a few waves.....not while Mini's still the name.