'Cuz I'm a lowlife, and I'm lovin' it!
I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand
And I'm a lowlife, so fuckin' deal with it
You know you can't change something you don't understand!'

'Livin' it up, livin' it up!
Bein' a low life.
Livin' it up, livin' it up!
Bein' a low life.'

'Gun packin, bitch smackin'
mess with me its gonna happen!
Lovin' life livin' in sin!
Passed out, on the floor
Sorry, just don't work no more!'

'Cause I'm a low life and I'm lovin' it!
Never gonna change as long as i live!
I'm a low life so fucking deal with it
cause deep down we really know everyone is!'

Lyrics by 'Theory of a Deadman'

Russel in his private office at the top of his night club, counting his latest riches and playing with a bowl full of conflict diamonds likely stolen from a group of smugglers so he can sell it himself and make millions every month doing it.

Mounted on the wall there, is his custom Revolver, 'the Russel'. The very weapon that could convict him; if the police could only get their hands on that gun, they could put him away for the rest of his life. The one piece of evidence that can convict him forever, he never lets out of his sight. When he leaves his office, it goes with him. When he's in the office, it stays where he can see it.

The truly Untouchable, Russel Agostina

Sidenote: Yes, I removed one 'L' from his name. And yes, that is a sign with his name on it. And not just any sign, a Neon Sign.