Mr. Biz

I was born in the gutter

If you know what I mean

Licking my lips at that sweet corruption baby

That juicy green

Now slung with jewels and cash

I steal and win the crown

You scums and rats can catch a high heel in the mouth

You like the taste of my shoe-shine

Just kicking in the teeth of the poor again

Now I've clawed through the mud

To my twisted prime

Little Jimmy business is swimming with the big fish

My pretty pockets are lined

Cut my ties clean

But you rats keep crawling back

Slaves to my machine

But so am I

Drain my woes at the whore house

Just kicking in teeth of the poor again