Half the time I don’t have the time
So I walk the line without a way to rhyme
Without Cash I find
You gotta try to hide
That greed inside
Got nine lives
And it’s not-a-fan of rats like a feline
So take-it-to-the-vet wit a leash on
If yer weak spot has-you-in a decline
Then put-it-down-quick man, like a cheap swine
That meat grinder, killin’ it
I probably butchered up the villain
That took you in
cause I don’t have time for your phony friends
and it’s been that way since the age of ten
don’t ya waste ya time tryin’ to shake my hand
if hates covers your crooked grin
cause we both know that I lie and sin
and I’ll do it again, in your mother’s bed
I’m wrecking houses, tornado sex
Tearin’ up the den, throwin’ cows at friends
No dividends but there’s evidence
and I left-it-for-ya in your local residence
I’m over this, I’m getting pissed
Show me to the door, but I’m breaking in
I wanna burn the house down but it all depends
On what I wanna take out as my revenge
With re-possession I’ll teach a lesson
Killin’ all the thoughts that ya had in question
Even though I’m kinda drunk with no perception
I’m side-stepping that intervention
Fuck affection, I’ll be rejected
By all these labels with no impression of their direction
but fuck depression I’m no exception
step-into-the-middle wit no protection
If you never had a chance, then go and get it
I’m lacking funds, but I gotta minute
So I’m spittin’ to the rhythm of a shitty written
Who’s-the-villain in the building so fight the feeling
Cause you’re-never-gonna kill me, just like I’m Krillin
I’m back again and I’m even winning
No sense to mention what I been missing
I’ll make a dollar with no one listenin’
When witches follow with deep ambitions
I sleepy hollow, and leave em headless
So in the morning they make me breakfast
Wit bacon, eggs and a-nice-text-message
Tellin’-me-about, how I can have seconds
If you’re lost in the moment than I know you won’t forget it
Backtrack in minute if-you-really-think-you’re-wicked
Saint C killed your hope like a bishop in a prison

...and I think it’s kinda obvious
The way you’re eyein’ us we gotta little buzz
So take a ride with us
And drink until you cuss
I gotta new song, you can let it bang
Like shotgun shells in zombie brains
I’m walking dead in my domain
Cause I’m the last in the cast
Withoutta slice a fame

You know
Got me caught up in the onset
Stuck in Mortal Kombat
With a content that’s a bit bad
Cause I’m ripped at
By the whiplash of a nice ass
Gotta think fast with the fitness
If I hit this on my hit list
Then I’m at risk of a nexus with a slit wrist
Fuck and entrance where's the exit from this bullshit?

and that's it

(Gordon Grekko)
The point is ladies and gentleman...
That greed, for lack of a better word... is good.
Greed is right, greed works.
Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence
of the evolutionary spirit.