Lyle had style and plenty of cash
Miles flew miles to sample his stash
Kyle had guile and a pile of bucks
He compiled in exile while getting his ducks
in line

Lyle dialed Dale to set up a meet
He then called Kayla, who was discrete
She filed her nails while rolling a joint
Was wearing a gun in case a point
had to be made

So Lyle and Kyle and Miles and Dale
All came together to complete a sale
A pile of cash and some grams of 'Sieg Hiel'
(a Euro-cut jam) that would cost a pile
of the green stuff

Kyle would rile as easy as anything
Kayla could kill you, 'cause that's just her thing
Lyle and Miles and Dale the Dude
Thought the rest vile, defilers, and a crude
bunch of punks

The transaction had happened and then in a pile
The demented dealers dropped dead on the tile
Some filled with graphite sent by Kayla's POW-POW
With bile like the Nile flowing from vacated bowels
into the drain

Kayla collected what the corpses had dropped
The money and merchandise (a bit and a crop?)
Stuffed in a duffle bag she walked to the station
Caught a bus then a plane to a tropical nation
which she now owns

Moral: Be the one with the gun