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Blood pressure is headed south
Servant becomes the master now
The greediest sons of a *** alive
They came to bleed our city dry
Your ashes are dust to us
Born to money, *** it up
The greediest sons of a *** alive
Won't buy us all
Backpedaling and preaching like you're putting out a fire
You practice your pleasantries while you're draped over the wire
Pardon me, well, thanks a lot
We were coming back to life
But Brutus couldn't resist the knife
The greediest sons of a *** alive
Shame on us all
But soon we will expose you for your ignorance and ***
We'll keep our talking dirty while we drag you through the mud
We'll vilify your slanderings while you're under the gun
A most hideous thing, denial
Pardon me, thanks a lot
Thanks a lot