Teaching the kids to be good in the head
I am killing the words of the good and the dead
The world is mine and yours it can not be
I am richer than you and I have your dad on my knee
So good for me that I am liked by only the rich
I delve into the soul, I am a real son of a snitch
But I am not sure I can win, you fancy that I am right
To dine with myself alone is my highest delight
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