What if I purchaced a building
That's blight was quite relentless
It's surface needed rebuilding
It was built and filled with asbestos
A business death sentence
By all manner of measure
A plan as clandestine
As HAARP hammers the weather
Now imagine my bread serves
Only half the value set
Yet the initial investor
Gladly accepts
So much less you're impressed
Blessed by my persuasion
Would you rightfully address
The left feeling put in place and
Finally question the rat race when
Again I finish first
Am I really that amazing
Or is a map at work
Regardless of land worth
To fix the grit the cost
Is like a man with broken hands
Giving birth upon a cross
Nothing but a loss
With no clear way to profit
And I would surely come across
As one hell of a prophet
If I saw this comet
And with it sold you God
You'd call me Mohammed
Even if my name's Mossad

So now the building's mine
Although most would say it's stupid
And Scooge's lucky dime
Couldn't pay me to improve it
I keep making bad excuses
Like I know something big is coming
I refuse to be translucent
Yet the meters left still running
The structure's seen crumbling
There's poison paint inside
My actions become so cunning
I'm fumbling my lies
But to everyone's surprise
Everything is kosher
There's nothing to deny
Since I know there's no foreclosure's
The banks are like the snow-blower
And I am pimping frosty
I am their employer
Who cares what lives it costs me
Now let's just say it all seems
Like its set up for a fire
I insure all of the small things
The law says are required
But like I've been inspired
By gee-whiz himself
My burning desire
Quadruples my wealth
Now the scrupulous self
Would then point out its suspicious
How a random fire dealt
The money cards upon my wish list

So would I go to jail
Like most dumb goyim would
Or would my Holy grail
Make monty python good
Wholesome fun that sould
Be heard in every church
Would I be misunderstood
My good character besmisched
Would girls admit it's girth
And no longer lie to you
I know I went off course a squirt
But my goal is spreading truth
Do you think the mounds of proof
The charade's a giant fraud
Would jump into the mental loop
As quick as your silent broad's
Now trying not to nod
At the part about small dicks
Her mind's like "Oh my God
Why wont he just switch
Back subjects really quick
What was he just saying
3 skyscrapers don't just dip
When hit by 2 jet planes"
It's actually quite strange
Since I planned on painting a picture
To properly reframe
The hand of the ultimate fister
Ramming the shit your
Fed as official
My bloodline is piss poor
Do I get Larry's dismissal


(The kids say)
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Steel, Plane
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