All is said and done
Got it wrapped up like beef Wellington
Clear skeletons how he saw through a kiloton
Of bullshit in a single meatbag
When it gets too quiet all he sees is death traps
Far from the stench like a meth lab
Stashed the wealth in bass traps
Crashed his health in cesspools
Stank breath from herbs chewed
Beyond curfew his nose knows no limits
Hide in plain sight, bring new meaning to show business
Smoked peasants get the boot
Throne vacant no rebuke
Breaking doors on dinosaurs screaming gimme the loot
Stay in floors
Hot as lava sauce
Tip top through the tracks and watch his backflows
Of cash growth
Couldn't fit the bars on the dashboard
Top ten on the highest score
Armstrong flyer than your average pterosaur