My boy I say you're unaware of Things that I am unaware of The things they say behind one's back That you suspect but aren't quite sure of Don't say you haven't noticed
The smell of money is all about me I just can't rid myself Of it's overpowering bouquet My inner beauty cursed with obscurity By a scent that can't be washed away
I don't know who you think I am But if I'm who I think I am Then there's no cranny I've examined Taints the air where ere I am But don't say you haven't noticed
The smell of money wafts all about me It neutralizes any other odors I convey Best friends won't tell me They know I'm suffering With a scent that can't be washed away
The stench of money Is reeking off of me A mix of cheap cologne Weasel pheromone and rotted grave Thank dad and mommy I'm filthy, stinking rich So I can say to you piss off I bathe, I bathe
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