Get money, chicka chicka ching, chicka chicka ching Look not in wallet nor purse but purse Some kids I shouldn't even be going through this except it seems The clueless have taken it upon their shrewdness or lack there of To brewed some blind love for their oppressor/molester With his blood green complexion yet according to my comprehension Cold hard cash is devoid of any affection so with no Heart no racial preference It fucks us all up, the narrow shaft of our essence While we buy pillows cold sweatin Dreaming of the world liquidated, laying and infatuated And been fornicated orifice sedated by its own promiscuous behavior Then inseminated by paper thin savior Which whispered swift and seductive promises of happiness and bliss Only if youve ever spawned upon thine hips and I ask you this How can any being of want resist, thus with minds and money clips all embellishing its need Allowing the young seed to subsist placing the warm breast to its lips shameful how now the need shifts As you gleefully submit to motherly lusts and passionate fits of a hormonal monetary imba lance And with one good reflective glimpse its obvious youve been short changed On half wits but your quite contrite frivolous bitch Alas quicker than quick, bestower of birth sits perishable nurse made enslaved and whipped Stuck disposing of this filthy la vas piss and shit Desperately hoping with such acts of piousness, you could, one day could Be coddled in the mists of its empty embrace your local US mint deemed grace
[Hook]
Paying a penny for your thoughts and selling that soul for nothing fucking vile gluttons (x2)
[Verse - 2] Dirty little thing ain't it, for such a small scrap of parchment Tainted, my hopes run dry, indelible dime Im a 6.6.6.5, which is probably contrived of human hair A pinch of despair in fetal pigs eyes Still in Gods trust we're mesmerized and directly besides our Once prized lives we stack time Georgian E top lives Never the less as much as mans surprise always banking on pains Always got evolution looking like small change While our small brains have grown financially deranged with Crisis common sense greedily exchanged for the cold copper con Strange how desire devours the mind, shame on our want And little kind, you get a bottle of liquor and time, until Its all polished off, then we shine, selfishly sentimental or Consequential, rushes unconscious impassioned plushest Dreamed of precious metals and sluts with beckoning labium And glistening breasts heaving in sultry sweats, smears the eagles Crest thinked in hot sex upon their chest, so uninhibited And addressed in mid climax you wake up lucid mess and firmly Press that hard dick into the matress(t) sending it drift and pulpous ecstasy Completely content to lay dormant, with those plushy mitts affectionately backed about one last red scent
[Hook] Keep paying a penny for your thoughts and selling that soul for nothing, fucking vile gluttons (x3)
It's in the pockets not the soul weigh it, break out your scales of self, analyze, look at yourself, look at your eyes Not your accounts and set worths its inner, enjoy