I Got Cash

I got cash in fuck you quantities Now what? That makes you uncomfortable? Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on Fuck your Saab convertible And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst Stupid mutha fuck Fuck the Hamptons Maine and fly infested south of France I'm paid asshole Got more cash than God can count So why don't you just... die? Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's Low cholesterol, naturally Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times Fuck the Wall Street Journal And News Week And the lot Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest Stupid set of privileged mutha fuckers Think its fashionable to have an alternative view An alternative view And fuck, if you can Your pencil thin Evian drinking Calorie counting Caffeine limiting Sodium spearing Nutrasweet sweetening Rear view mirror preening Carrot nibbling bunny Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker I got cash, what else matters? I got cash Slave Fuck your fencing and screw your squash, yo! Piss on your polo and your Pavarotti Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy I got cash Mega cash Unhappy with that? Oh, go and sit on your ski rack Money talks you little pussy And let your politically correct pals know That i think you're a dick also Neutered asshole And your idea of multiculturalism Japanese restaurant on Monday Indian on Tuesday And on Wednesday - Caribbean Not too spicy please Well I got stash on stash and it ain't nouveau cash Money's in my family for generations My great great great grandfather made the bag Selling European slaves in Africa I got cash mutha fucker And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you? Dumb fuck