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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?

Let’s get’em all and burn’em all

For our righteousness

Die moneybags, i’ll kill you all

For our countenance

I wanna see you in your grave

With burning bucks around

Die die moneybag die