[Intro]
"These days they want to be criminals more than they want to commit crime"
"That’s--that’s not just crime, that’s the way of the world"
[Hook: Deacon]
There's something about a vandal's lust
The lifestyles of the scandalous
Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha)
Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis
Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (he he he he)
Hate stones, but the man you trust
Cause its fun to watch cannon's bust
Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (we we we we)
Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (for so long)
Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (and so on)
[Verse 1: gamemast15r]
America loves Pacino, America loves DeNiro
America loves the fact that they be countin' the zeros
America loves em' so much that they be the actual heroes
Just look at John Gotti, then look at yourself in the mirro'
He is what you wanna be, the status and power
But with it comes the paranoia, and friendships turnin' sour
I admire gangsters because they are what I could never be
Volatile, respected, yet never living past seventy
I admire the wealth they fluctuate with ease
I admire the ability to solve problems that they resuscitate with cheese
I love the cold manipulation used by Michael Corleone
The brutal Tommy Gun killings, a story on it's own
The way Hollywood creates it, they make it look easy
When almost everyone is either in jail or be deceased
Every member always thinks "When will they be killing me?"
America loves being edgy but without accepting responsibility
[Hook]
[Verse 2: JC Assassin]
Listen up, this my acceptation speech
Election day and I’m killing it, rest in peace
Comeback season and now I’m out being complex
A pistol at your optics, lose your prospects
Maneuver, nothing you can see on your computers
Shooters, aiming the pistol, yeah, that’s my Ruger
Two piece, packed combo, in Toronto
No pipe so we gotta bowl like the Broncos
Canadian n*gga, never looked at comparisons
But if somebody loves my gangbang, it’s Americans
That Worldstar sh*t, spit hot bars sh*t
Your crew still garbage, I creep up on a carcass
I used to sell so much rock, I turned to a monument
f*ck an anthropologist
Lee Harvey Oswald in the making, no translations
America likes gangsters but loves assassinations!