Echelon - An ode to getmoney24 lyrics

Getmoney, dost thou dostanas, mirchi? Where did you get such bhabis The horse jockey you ride north-east to the lands of those who remain in-complete With napolean rise, with lifts on your feet How is it thou the weather in wolverhampton clouds such basic thoughts, does it plague you like your insufficient height, a consistent haunting of god's great betrayal But you tell those of your friends that not even god has marred your streak Like the ray of light that permeates through your bedroom curtains, you prevail, and the plight of a small man shall not fail For hallofishy is there to a**ist, a married lady of velour and inverted phallus, whose manliness helps you persist The abstinence of thou glory, with absolution of those holy saints, you remain humble, in your quiet lonely solitude, convinced of victory, like the past emperor of europe, your triumph shall not befallen you The clarity of your vision, and the abysmal flock of bodies around you, you carry yourself in high regard with your horse and your swagger, crossing battlefields of significant wales, and evil cherubims, whom you dismiss with concerted gaze You look upon the pale nimbus of fleeting hopes and dreams, and pray, with your sword by your side, and manliness in question And ask god for consolidation You wonder whether you suffice his requirements Whether you have accrued enough battle experience in the fields And wealth In body and in spirit You ask and there is a shade of doubt For god has punished you for your unworthy height And he has vanquish'd your false reign Such that you are left fleeting And dismembered To the beggars dance With an ill-fated swine The swine, the swine, the pig-faced moorish rings of skin which have no feminine shade Drink some more wine you shall To eliminate the depressive sight numbed by a man's drunken haze And mate with a bore you shall, cursed with beelzebub and his peers In the gates of hell You have all that there is to fear For they bask in your tears __________________