You crossed the line
Intimidating me with letters on paper
Claiming my work
Claiming my life

You never made anything
You never gave any thing
How can i be so stupid to feed a parasite like you

Employing weapons of mass delusion
Controlling centers of confusion
Printing papers of unpaid deaths

Can I loan 1000 dead hands
Can i loan 100 dead heads
Can i loan 10 future kids
Can i borrow 1 million minds

How many souls do you have in the bank?
Blood flows well through your gold
Drains the market on your hands
Kills the judgement of educated men