RAP CORNER

Wading through bills and sweet eternity

You come looking for a cheque that ain't gonna bounce

And you find that your money just ain't worth an ounce

The cops are out sniffin' for criminals like you

What makes it all funny is they're killers too

Everybody's looking for somethin' no one's gonna find

Just open a beer sit back and unwind

You know that you're screwed when the shit hits the fan

And you sit and blow smoke rings and pretend you're a man