Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah…
This one’s for the short fuse, short dude, short career…
Bellanco, you asked for it.

[Verse 1]
Started in the patch, now he stuck in a cell,
Thought he was a boss, now he ringin’ that bell.
Used to fix pumps, now he pumpin’ regret,
Kodiak dropped him like unpaid debt.

Four-foot nothin’ but he swore he was tough,
Got mad in a truck, now his record’s rough.
Aggravated? Bro, you been that way,
Should’ve fixed your attitude, not run away.

[Chorus]
Bellanco broke down, like an old rig stallin’,
Talked big game, now the feds come callin’.
You left for the road, but it wrecked your route —
Went from tools in hand to a mugshot pout.
Who you swingin’ on, leprechaun rage?
You built your story, now flip the page.

[Verse 2]
Had a union gig, steady checks, full pay,
Traded that life for a truck stop café.
Now you sittin’ in court with that look of “why me?”
Bro, you punched a dude over cold iced tea!

You Irish? Cool. But that ain’t an excuse,
You ain’t Conor McGregor, you just confused.
Tryna flex like you’re made for the streets,
But you cry when your boots get dirt on the seats.

[Bridge: Mock Skit]
“Your honor, I was just trying to deliver propane—”
Judge: “Sir, you broke a man’s jaw with a chain.”
Oops.

[Chorus]
Bellanco broke down, ego too bloated,
Got mad once and his freedom got loaded.
Went from wrenchin’ pipes to a cellblock snore,
Ain’t drivin’ no trucks when you’re moppin’ that floor.
Yeah, real tough guy with a temper snap,
Now he’s writin’ haikus on a laundry wrap.

[Outro]
Bellanco, the downfall’s real,
Short fuse, short man, long rap sheet to feel.
You played yourself, now you’re outta the game —
All gas, no brain.
Put some respect on your own damn name… or don’t.