Lyrics:
sprayed
Upon a wall I'm
Talking my ball and going home
What's the point in
Getting rich if you can't hoard it all alone?
The art world is fussy the art
throne.
Without sin, they'd have no reason to buy into belief turned enterprise.
You hoard every dollar you find, but if you practiced what you preached
solved by tomorrow
If these rich muhfuckas wasn't so damn greedy
They own Ninety nine percent of the worlds entire wealth
They just hoard that shit so you
all know it’s just bidin’ time
Storm comin’ is you ready if the war comin?
Tell me would you hoard somethin’ you have?
You know we can’t afford nothin’
the flex
And i never degress
I'm always going forward
With my hoard
Next stop on the train is at the top so hope onboard
You only want attention i ain't
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Than I suppose
Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Than I suppose
Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
This time every year I am
Forced to face my fears
As hoards of evil villains come to stay
Smiling ear to ear
And spreading blood and gore and cheer
or go
In guns a blazing
Stay out of my way if I'm on the defense
You ever fought a war?
Had to slaughter hoards?
My no man's land's a maze
Of grand
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Than I suppose
Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Than I suppose
Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
The happiness that I hoard can't
Be bought at liquor stores
You faggots can buy our chains but you
And they sold on hate and
Reality that I ignore
You can try
I can see the clouds are thinning now, like a fading foggy morning on a cruise ship bow
Like a hoard of starving natives as they die of wanting
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Than I suppose
Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
Can get Russian reds to yes her
Than I suppose
Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
in, my lawn for a hazel shore
Bezel Ice skating let the water pour
Basil flame Versace with the corduroy
Watch me hoard a ploy, Horticulture boy!!
My
the heavens. Mmm
Morbidly formin' a horrid moral story
Scorin' the hordes in the lore of touring glory
Ignorin' the hoards to thwart my quarry's priori
Florid
red and black
She knows I love it when she arch her back
Then I put it in and then I make it clap
I'm too obsessed with her now I'ma hoard her
I'ma
get a shortage, then i order like i hoard it
Peeped ya poor performance, they was snorin by the chorus
Damn, boy what got into you? It's more about what
a blank page
Or a standing ovation while I’m still in the back stage
Hoards of crowds are screaming the chorus out
Screaming encore I haven’t even performed
to hoard it and keep it and say look at what i did
He gave you that shit for you to use
Not for you to
You know (yea) for status quo
He want all his people
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