[Verse 1]
The right rolls reefer relentless
The left mostly idle, Yakuza-
Two-hand grip for that act of violence, senseless
Fuck the good old days
That’s Cambodian memory sickness
My memory barely flickers
Between pulls of Thai stick
In inclement weather, the trick is
To remember you don’t know shit
Let me handle the big picture
Kidnapped tyrants
Sever the hand of King Midas to get richer
If you living off reputation alone, holmes
Bеtter hope they don’t try to gеt witcha
They some go-getters with go-go-gadgets like Hitler
Shake you down like seasoned strippers
But the dough flow uphill from john, to hoe
To the bankroll of the foul mufucker that pimp her
Sticky silky strands spins the spider sensing the sinner
Never satisfied like millionaires who eat TV dinners
From this range, right and wrong is Dead Ringers
And they won’t hesitate to pry it from out ya cold dead fingers

[Chorus]
(I have a dream
I have a dream of a nation that's...)
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner
Spoils to the victor
Survival of the fitter
And a stone for every sinner

[Verse 2]
The people you think you admire?
They wouldn’t piss if you was on fire
The piff is mango papaya
Grimacing off that, fifth of Stolichnaya
Willing seller? Willing buyer
Hand of God crowns the King of Liars
He ain’t even want the job but they already had a Messiah
So I’m psyching you moments before the toast gets fired
Yeah I threw him a line, but it was barbed-wire
Hard white, took him right out the frying pan
Put his ass in the fire
Bearer of bad news like damn, they got your supplier
Trap going ham my man, you in the deep fryer
Rest assured it’s part of his plan
The entire thing is quite inspired
I’ll quote scriptures, singing choirs
Patron saint of grifters, flows pious
[Outro]
A bet that always lose
An offer you can’t refuse, a bet that always lose
An offer you can’t refuse, a bet that always lose
And just like Sisyphus, there’s always rocks to move