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Aggravation of possession, morbid view on life

How much will you collect till you fuckin' die

I can't go the way you choose

I'd exchange all oil for booze

Desperation, no salvation and no sense at all

So much money, will you get a coffin made of gold?

I wanna see you in your grave

With burning bucks around

Let's get'em all and burn'em all

For our righteousness

Die moneybags, I'll kill you all

For our countenance

Die die moneybag die