Big Black Buck

Mama's little baby is nothing but a consumer

Never making a profit

Rendering empty pockets

Mama's little baby is trendy on the rumor

(Spoken: Got that new Girbaud?)

Buying, never investing

While they're busy in market testing

On your town

Look around:

It's the first of the month

U.S. economy will get its usual jump

We're creatures of habit

Modern slaves

Guaranteed to spend it all in just one place

Mama's little baby is a dancer and a crooner

Making dough for the man

Whipping that Big Black Buck again

Oh and every time we buy into this criminal society

We whip that Big Black Buck again

And bring him down to his knees

They're waiting 'round the auction block

They jack so hard to see

The consistency of my sperm

Breeding a monopoly

Yes they did

Breeding a monopoly

Mama's little babies are pawns protecting the bishop

Taking fish, never learning

That they're keeping this whole thing turning

If Mama's little baby didn't buy or sell on the sabbath

Don't you know what would happen?

Some economy backbone snappin'

Can't you see Illuminati waging quiet war

Put the blood upon the lentil and the post of your door

We're waiting for New World Order to come

Baby, don't you know it's here and almost gone

Mama's little baby is the backbone of that Order

And, no, not kinda sorta making dough for the man

Whipping that Big Black Buck again

Breeding a monopoly

Here I'm is!

Breeding a Monopoly