Mexican mafioso mythical, Bugsy Siegel infamous criminal
I’m a son of a gun because my pops was born a desert eagle
Hooligan spawn of Ronald Kray, lawlessness runs in my DNA
Couldn’t step out of my father’s odious shadows, cartel capo
Criminality was my wife, was never able to purge a street life
Nomad in the ignoble wild, expatriate lifestyle of vile profiles
I went from altar boy to loose cannon, principles abandoned
Jack Tatum headhunter hired assassin, CTE with no concussion
Exasperation drawn, disposition volatile as rogue cops’ batons
Character heat holdin’, rage fueled by melting point of molten
Been furious at planet I inhabit, going to pierce it with ice picks
Callous mood cold as Arctic landscapes, in veins run glacial lakes
I come really heavy, crime family loaded to teeth like Luca Brasi
I’m don and I’m not even of Sicilian descent, immigrant dissident
Goodfella made man, eternal lifespan of Caucasian on racist land
Beat murder rap like OJ, blood stains on hands will not wash away