Song Title: Rich Get Richer
Artist Name: Grouce

(Chorus)
The rich get richer, the poor stay poor,
The system is rigged up, it's all just fraud,
I don't have to tell you, you know by now,
This ain’t no game and there’s no timeouts…

(Verse 1)
Anyone who knows me knows that I hate yuppies,
I hate ‘em just as much as people who rape puppies,
Any dim fool can go to a King’s School
With mum and dad’s money, it's just that simple,
You like to live rich in a life of privilege,
At the charity ball who cares what you give bitch,
It ain’t nothin’ but peanuts
Compared to the rest of the money you have
And all the opportunities that we fucks
Over here never had, don't apologize,
Get out there and pressure the P.M. not to commoditize
Everything from fear to human lives,
Rapin’ the Earth, go and fill up a room with knives
And let's hope he slips and falls
And lands on his face cuts his lips and falls again
But this time he cuts his tits and balls and then
His damn throat, look what this man wrote…

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(Verse 2)
Fuck the 1%, who gives a fuck about some cunt that spent
Multi-million dollars on some fuckin’ shit,
Corporate CEO’s can all go suck a dick, fuckin’ prick,
You rich yuppy swine,
There are people starvin’ that’ll sneak up behind
And snatch your fancy shit,
Straight from you, yo that’s a handy tip, your mate’s onto
Somethin’ when they say it's time
To lock yourselves in with your lame kids, I'm
Sure that it'll take more than a million to hold us back
Ain’t no water off a duck’s back
To do what we do and take your shit
And make you shit your pants, yeah, you make us sick,
Raised with a silver spoon, we’ll build a tomb
And seal the room with you in it filled with poo…

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(Verse 3)
Tax the rich, if you're rich well then that's a bitch,
Think I saw you go and scratch the itch,
On the backs of these fat cats and the corporate swine,
“I’ma scratch your back if you scratch mine”,
Yeah, that's what you say, “Perhaps if Hussein
Saddam was out of the way by Tuesday
We could have this oil money by Wednesday”,
Again that's what you say, like them bats with Bruce Wayne
Under his mansion, I can see the dark side
Of your soul, you rich fuckin’ arsewipe,
I'm no joker, the queen I’ll choke her,
Fuck you and casinos, high rollers and poker,
I will shoot you with a supersoaker
That’s filled with bleach just to fuck your expensive clothes up,
Stick your nose up at me but I don't suck
Half as much as you when looked at close up…

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