i'm gonna write a meathead gangster rap:

i am that stranger in the shade
drinkin' voddy and lemonade
i tote glocks that stop clocks
bribe cops and buy stocks
a killer with a glacial heart
unknowable and set apart--

from the small game that lends no fame,
from the talkers who stake no claim,
from authorities i take no blame.

from the crime scenes i disappear,
end results of which are unclear,
still consequences i don't fear.