[Mr. J]

Miracle worker, uncover the earth at it's curvature.
Listening to the overture while joking about these amateurs
Spark flame on worthier & said fuck their furniture.
Get 5 fingers to the face, let their pride linger with the taste.
Turn their dinners to debates wherever the simpler are placed.
Downsized and forgotten, get outside of your apartment.
You ain't about life you a target, too proud like the departed.
Get strung along the plotline, falling quick from the gallows
Praising Talos at the skies rim...lights out and no candles
See how the diversion handles and leaves them hanging out.
You should be banking now, or thank the clown...
Suckers mad because they don't have no pull in my absence.
Suffering from inflation, overflated values in their balance.
Better off closing all accounts and learning how to shape up.
There's a reason y'all don't make any sense, y'all gone bankrupt