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Eyes watery, popped out arteries
Are the reasons obvious?
Cop visas so they don't see us
Nauseous from the lust of fame
Flashes followin' ashes
Wadded poison ivy provokin' handrashes
That's pretty much what the Crackerjack is
Important persona, so icy he had to wear fur in the sauna
Owner of bungalows in the Samoa, some more
Is what he's after, what he needs to go forward
Protected from the outside but inside like Gomorra
Sharin' gnocchis in Genoa, with a lady but don't even know her
Then show her the Rockies all the way to the Mississippi magnolias
But all he really is, is the role he has and he puffs it all in haze
Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack, Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack, Crackerjack need the blanco
Callin' Griselda Blanco, Griselda Blanco
Callin' Griselda Blanco
Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack, Crackerjack need the blanco
Griselda Blanco
He high, he lost
But he rich, so he boast
He in the hot spot
On the stove, steamin' like a hot pot
'Til he evaporates, situation aggravates
Rough face from the liquored grapes
Rouged cheeks to cover on the tapis rouge
But the bottles remain in the cupboard
And he's gonna end quicker than summer
A lot of leaks but no plumber
His arsenal of gunners dispatched for the hundreds
A shootin' star blinded by the reflect of his own light
Known as tight, but mites slid in
Chewed what they could of the wood
Left what he wanted him and the paper, haunted
By the toxic vapors
Soon to be a fat lard, out of the radar
Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack, Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack need the blanco
Crackerjack, Crackerjack need the blanco
Callin' Griselda Blanco, Griselda Blanco
Callin' Griselda Blanco