I Got Cash

I got cash in fuck you quantities Know what? That makes you uncomfortable? Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on Fuck your Saab convertable And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst Stupid mutha fuck Fuck the Hamptons The fly infested south of France I'm paid asshole I 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 priviliged 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, caffiene limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet sweetening, read 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 Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy I got cash Mega cash I'm happy with that Oh go and sit on your ski rug Money talks you little pussy You let your politically correct pals know That i think you're a dick also You dirty asshole And your idea of multiculturalism Japanese resturant on Monday Indian on tuesday And on Wednesday, Caribbean Not to spicy please Well I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash Moneys in my family for generations My great great great grandfather made the bag Selling European slaves in Africa I got cash mutha fuckah And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you? Dumb fuck