grouce – rich get richer lyrics
– chorus –
the rich get richer, the poor stay poor
the system is rigged up, it’s all just fraud
i don’t have to tell you, you know by now
this ain’t no game and there’s no timeouts…
(verse 1)
anyone who knows me knows that i hate yuppies
i hate ‘em just as much as people who rape puppies
any dim fool can go to a king’s school
with mum and dad’s money, it’s just that simple
you like to live rich in a life of privilege
at the charity ball who cares what you give b-tch
it ain’t nothin’ but peanuts
compared to the rest of the money you have
and all the opportunities that we f-cks
over here never had, don’t apologize
get out there and pressure the p.m. not to commoditize
everything from fear to human lives
rapin’ the earth, go and fill up a room with knives
and let’s hope he slips and falls
and lands on his face cuts his lips and falls again
but this time he cuts his t-ts and b-lls and then
his d-mn throat, look what this man wrote…
(chorus)
(verse 2)
f-ck the 1%, who gives a f-ck about some c-nt that spent
multi-million dollars on some f-ckin’ sh-t
corporate ceo’s can all go suck a d-ck, f-ckin’ pr-ck
you rich yuppy swine
there are people starvin’ that’ll sneak up behind
and sn-tch your fancy sh-t
straight from you, yo that’s a handy tip, your mate’s onto
somethin’ when they say it’s time
to lock yourselves in with your lame kids, i’m
sure that it’ll take more than a million to hold us back
ain’t no water off a duck’s back
to do what we do and take your sh-t
and make you sh-t your pants, yeah, you make us sick
raised with a silver spoon, we’ll build a tomb
and seal the room with you in it filled with poo…
(chorus)
(verse 3)
tax the rich, if you’re rich well then that’s a b-tch
think i saw you go and scratch the itch
on the backs of these fat cats and the corporate swine
“i’ma scratch your back if you scratch mine”
yeah, that’s what you say, “perhaps if hussein
saddam was out of the way by tuesday
we could have this oil money by wednesday”
again that’s what you say, like them bats with bruce wayne
under his mansion, i can see the dark side
of your soul, you rich f-ckin’ -rs-wipe
i’m no joker, the queen i’ll choke her
f-ck you and casinos, high rollers and poker
i will shoot you with a supersoaker
that’s filled with bleach just to f-ck your expensive clothes up
stick your nose up at me but i don’t suck
half as much as you when looked at close up…
(chorus)
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