Charity is not what i want, it's what i need
I can eat as much as two men, so i pa** the plate
Take a look at my slacker kid's report cards
You think i'm about to frame them? you're crazy
Throw the dailies into the fiery furnace
Pop the flash bulbs that scribe away our way of life
Don't feel sorry for your bloodline shenanigans
The tonal qualities of your voice amuse me
I guess we're both just as lucky we missed the boat
Do a favor and hide away my j**elry before the little ones find out you maxed out the card
I'm a witness, i swear myself to silence
Don't you think that an honest bluff has its place?
Don't feel sorry for the ocean of playing cards