T.K. Jaco - RICH BITCH
You know I've been thinking about some stuffSo let's talk about it
Got a couple things ain't sittin' on my mind right
Like why you waste my time, then say I'm wasting mine, like
Who the fuck you think you are? You get your mind right
I'm feeling ill, you know I'm headed towards the limelight
Ugh, that's what I like, ay
I'm not a nice guy, ay
I play the asshole, ugh
'Cause that's what's tight, right?
And I say, "Fuck the companies"
I'm on that strike hype
'Cause I'm a worker bee
Fuck a hive mind, ugh
You need a drive bye, ay
Right in your eye, eye,
Jeff Beelzebub, ugh, abusin' worker's rights
You sinnin' left and right,
Ay, you empy on the inside, aye
I hope you pray before you die, 'cause you gon' need like
Beggin', "please don't end me," when I've got you on your knees
Call him Louie, bend him over, drop that guillotine, yeah
We rise up and revolt, fuck the bourgeoise, yeah
We gon' eat the rich because we hungry
Ugh, sent to hell, pay the postage
Fuck your drip-drop, fuck a ocean
Fuck your big thots, fuck your posin'
Fuck your donors, fuck diplomas
Fuck your old money, fuck your new money
Fuck your old bitch, fuck your new honey
All emotionless psychopaths, y'all bitches can't fuckin' nothing
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
All you politicians soundin' ignant, yuh
Fuck your signatures and fuck your fingerprints yuh
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
All you politicians soundin' ignant, yuh
Fuck your signatures and fuck your fingerprints
Spreadin' the wealth around, communities need it more than crowns
Ugh, I'd give you my last dollar, and you know change, it start from the ground
Ugh, build it from the ground up, ground out
Everytime I take a swing, nope, dugout
You know this gentrifyin' shit?
They move the crackers in, take the thugs out
Take the bugs out
Call 'em roaches
Fuck the army
They atrocious
This police state?
Super broken
These elections?
Racists coastin'
To the front line
From the front seat
Past your backseat
They in front of me
And they promise what we don't get
You lie to me, I am upset
And I'm sitting here, posted on my fucking front lawn
Don't even get me started on the fucking Don
Not always my topic but my chest is heavin'
Fuck a shallow side, yeah I like the deep end
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
All you politicians soundin' ignant, yuh
Fuck your signatures and fuck your fingerprints yuh
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
I could never fuck with a rich bitch yuh
All you politicians soundin' ignant, yuh
Fuck your signatures and fuck your fingerprints
Written by:
Niccolo Wicklin
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