Chuck Mallard - Eat the Rich Lyrics

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I've been getting pretty f*cking tired
Of these billionaires with their big dollars
Acting like they're f*cking god tryna run the country
I'm- I'm f*cking sick of it frankly
So we gotta get em

Eat the rich and then I plead the 5th
And then I pass it out just to feed the kids
Put these penny pinchers on a f*cking platter
And it will not matter when they're in a ditch
Eat the rich oh what a f*cking meal
Two for one on Tuesdays what a f*cking deal
Wait a minute think I got a coupon
Resurrect Tupac if you make em kneel
Bezos don't got no halo
He treat his payload like play dough
Bet he taste good with some mayo
Chop him up and add tomato
Bloomberg in the ground what the broom heard
Broomstick with a clip giving dude work
Too sick for this shit need a new smirk
Too quick get em first then it's spoon serve
Little ladle dish em out with labels
So you know who's money's sitting on the table
Bet the news goes crazy I'm missing cables
Cater em to the grave from cradle
Bet I get em fore they reach pre natal
We deserve some green and I ain't talking hazel
Tax collector and the price is fatal
Paper to the people's pocket no staple
I could make a recipe of anything
Give me Marc Cuban and some Hennessy
Ice in the glass and it's looking clean
Shits good bet I could drink ten of these
Ooh what's that taste it's felony
This shit ain't even bout jealousy
It's the fact that I can't get Medicare
With the cf we're still living in a peasantry

Okay listen
We're gonna lose some good ones
So like, Jay-z, Spielberg, Elon
I'm- I'm sorry boys but- but you gotta go
I hate to say it
Really do... sorry

Said I eat the rich I go to sleep to this
We're in a forced marriage and they beat the bitch
Imma sweep the list
They ain't see me but they meet the fist
Im eating first
Little salty but it could be worse
I'm a little naughty but it's just desserts
Getting in their bag oh I'm so immersed
Take off toe tags fore they getting burnt
Spread the wealth heard it's good for health
Checks and balances check yourself
Cannot reason I can't be compelled
Oh I gotta eat em they got mean old smell
Got green beans and sweet peas and Brie cheese I'm freaky
They greedy put marks on their head like Rafiki

We gotta get them fore they start a war
And I'm voring them
I tried some Zuckerberg now I'm just bored of him
I'm gonna eat till I can't eat no more of him
Coming for cabinets I reach in the drawer again
I get a fork and I'm looking at Anshutz's corpse
Make a porridge corporeal corporate storage
If you got a mortgage and morals come feast on some Warren
That's Buffet bo buffet we go till there's shortage
Their aura adds seasoning symphony chorus
F*ck your decorum it's meant to be horror
I know they gon' resist so lock up your doors