Great now im gonna be spending today on a Technique binge

It slaps. Cringe is all relative. Why is the Overton Window way over there?

You get up and howl about America and democracy There is no America, there is no democracy We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies The world is a college of corporations Inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business The world is a business And I have chosen you to preach this evangel

[Intro] For all my free market, health care-robbing Stock-stealing, retirement fund fuckin’-with removed Fuck you little credit card-scamming, jewelry-stealing Crack-selling, liquor store-robbing motherfuckers! Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Randolph Hearst, Farouk, Rockefeller – the real Rockefeller My main bitch Leona, pour out a little Louis the 13th Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, hold ya head My Rothschild removed: Let’s get this money!

[Verse 1] I spend my day pairin’ America overseas Pension for the workers, removed please Embezzlement etiquette, private settlement I’m better with confederate rhetoric From my mansion in Connecticut Foreclose, evict hoes out of tenement I twist words like a speech impediment I hope you got good credit, bitch If not, better get a new job with benefits While I play golf with removed I get cheddar with New money buys brand new carats My old money bought your great grandparents You got grills in your mouth, I ain’t mad at ya I own every goldmine in South Africa Thanks, baby, you made me a billion Plus I own a building For each one of my children’s children; that’s the shit Snort coke in the whip, Miss USA suckin’ my dick Yeah, what! Fuck the law, ‘cause real jail is for suckas I go to country club prison, you dumb motherfuckers (I am the 1 percent, fuckin’ bitch!) You might also like Love Language SZA Notice Me SZA ​vampire Olivia Rodrigo [Hook] You know my CEO, corporate steeze, please Overthrow governments overseas in a breeze Politicians in my pockets for a few hundred G’s So if I’m ever in court, my assets’ll never freeze

[Verse 2] I got a job and a house and a bank account When I’m out, I doubt that’s something you can say And if not then I’ll fake death like Kenneth Lay Make money everyday the world burns on its axis While y’all strugglin’ to pay taxes I’m gettin’ my money the fastest Memos and faxes, shredded up documents Slush funds through the corrupt continents But they don’t want me indicted ‘Cause they don’t want my dirty laundry aired when I fight it Don’t get my lawyers excited ‘Cause what good is a law if you can’t rewrite it? I got CIA traitors, dictators So fuck y’all whistleblowers and haters! (Sheeeiiitt!) I’ll invest money from al-Qaeda In the bank 9/11 widows go to later Capitalism’s who I pray to, fuck the state of the world Money talks, so what the fuck I need to say to your girl? (I don’t pay them to fuck, I pay them to leave!) [Hook 2] You know my CEO, corporate steeze, greed I treat countries like the IMF, down on your knees Real gangstas run the world, fuck what you believe I’ll cut down a forest while you removed burnin’ some trees I’ll get your family murdered for a couple of G’s ‘Cause your working class money ain’t fuckin’ with me You think rappers are rich ‘cause of songs you heard? My labels make the money and haven’t rapped a fuckin’ word

[Verse 3] Yacht in the ocean, coastin’ with the sails out Hey, America, thanks for the bailouts I made off with the Banco Ambrosiano Got away scott-free like El Vaticano Activists act a bitch, get mad at me ‘Cause of my tax-free charity 80 percent to the staff and company And 20 percent to the homeless and hungry The country gotta pay the Fed Reserve Kick back to the banksters—haven’t you learned? You protest cops or patrols on the street But I bought city hall, so I own the police Email, Facebook, and the shit you tweet All the phone companies, so I heard you speak And my suggestion is your correction No elections, sex with no affection No invention will benefit the world of man Will exist ‘til I’ve got the money in my hand World Bank interest rate damn rape on the spot But I’m a gangsta, you gon’ take my money, like it or not, removed (I got your country in my pocket, motherfucker!) [Hook 3] You know my CEO, masonic steeze, cheese Only little people pay all these taxes and fees Since you were born, we’ve controlled what you watch and you read And pretty soon we’re gonna own the fuckin’ air that you breathe I take what I want, fucker, I don’t have to say please I convince you that it’s good for you, take it and leave You think presidents are a face of a nation? I put 'em all where they are, end of the conversation