I Got Cash

I got cash in fuck you quantities
 Now what?
 That makes you uncomfortable?
 Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on
 Fuck your Saab convertible
 And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
 Stupid mutha fuck
 Fuck the Hamptons
 Maine and fly infested south of France
 I'm paid asshole
 Got more cash than God can count
 So why don't you just... die?
 Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's
 Low cholesterol, naturally
 Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times
 Fuck the Wall Street Journal
 And News Week
 And the lot
 Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
 Stupid set of privileged mutha fuckers
 Think its fashionable to have an alternative view
 An alternative view
 And fuck, if you can
 Your pencil thin
 Evian drinking
 Calorie counting
 Caffeine limiting
 Sodium spearing
 Nutrasweet sweetening
 Rear view mirror preening
 Carrot nibbling bunny
 Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker
 I got cash, what else matters?
 I got cash
 Slave
 Fuck your fencing and screw your squash, yo!
 Piss on your polo and your Pavarotti
 Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy
 I got cash
 Mega cash
 Unhappy with that?
 Oh, go and sit on your ski rack
 Money talks you little pussy
 And let your politically correct pals know
 That i think you're a dick also
 Neutered asshole
 And your idea of multiculturalism
 Japanese restaurant on Monday
 Indian on Tuesday
 And on Wednesday - Caribbean
 Not too spicy please
 Well
 I got stash on stash and it ain't nouveau cash
 Money's in my family for generations
 My great great great grandfather made the bag
 Selling European slaves in Africa
 I got cash mutha fucker
 And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?
 Dumb fuck