Life of a Gangster

I am a gangster
But not like you think
If I smelled like a dumpster
Then I might stink

A gangster of old
Is what I will be
With a gun in hold
All people will flee

With my sweet top hat
And shiny Tommy gun
At the sound of my gatt
You will all run

Robbing banks
Blowing stuff up
If I were Tom Hanks
I'd be less corrupt

I don't like dynamite
But prefer grenades
I rob in my suit
Never needing first aid

My partner in crime
Is a hefty fellow
His bald head shines
And man, can he bellow

It's a hard life
But it makes a living
I cause people strife
Because I'm not giving

And here I will end
My ranting tirade
Stitches I will mend
I like lemonade