Dirty Money

*Lyrics* Clowns want me to dress down my intellect when I address the masses But I've come correct to check the fascists If it's about possession of respectable ethics you can bet I'm classist If you're second guessing the message Then double down your self-doubt bitch Yeah I've been stirring the pot a lot lately But it's not what they think it is Seems recently my frequency's been rubbing off on these plebeians Evil genius (genie is) Purposefully converting these perturbingly purposeless earnings into a worthy currency  Sure to be deserving of learning To this degree as it Contains full servings of meaningful ingredients They say that money talks But I don't give a shit about it Its purpose is absurd Yet we can't seem to live without it Its value merely worth Whatever we allow it Yet even as it shouts Our deeds still speak the loudest Egos full of hot air like a balloon These buffoons too used to rising with inflation So I'm popping all the loons riding in rotation falling like a faulty rocket is (rock it is) Stopping this monotonous Merry-go-round of stereo sound I put the pun in punch when I'm on the line Just to pun-ish chumps stuck on a one track mind cause mine's pundit (punned it) Got a pretty big hunch that Me tier is a much a meatier meteor More like a comical comet Ass-tronomically beefier Afraid they can't be feared even in the comments Whenever there's a me here (hear) Cause I'm dumping uncomfortable truths Creating big ass craters On this new moon-lit craze of fake ass gangsters Bums bunched in abundance (a bun dents) Redundant (redone dent) en masse But(t) it's just a phase they can naysay all they want I'm A detente savant Sitting upon a throne in a booth with some ambiance Dropping truth bombs to the droves of drones all nonchalant Of course this throne's composed of porcelain Don't know what you thought Though its origin is less important than The fact that even as crass as this is It's packed with more useful crap than half the trash that's passed as gas is I'm over this pungent stress shit Tickets to success getting pressed up under my thumbs Wipe away all the mess Done dealing with bums. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)