King Ponce

[Skit]
“Ok darlin’, put him through. Geoff! How are ya, mate? Nah, couldn’t be better. Aw, that? No, hahaha. No, mate. No, no. Nothin’ that a bit of good old fashioned fuckin’ genocide couldn’t fix, you know what I mean?”

[Verse]
You can catch me in the world bank with a lamb shank
The size of my fuckin’ face
Monsanto beans in my latte, sit happy while the township displaced
On a throne with a boner, off a bonus cashed moments ago
My magnum opus is my cashflow
Solitary focus, live like I’m the POTUS
Foreclose a home then power-broke the homeless (Hahahaha)
You can catch me with a cocktail gaffer-taped to my face
Big chunks of fruit in it, swizzler, canapé
They call me King Ponce, upsize my Slurpee
Mother nature screamin’ mercy, pursin’ her lips up
With a nip tuck and her D-cups up around her chin
Every sleazer with a fat fist tryna put it in
Like she’s limitless, I live inside the physics of the wickedest
Illicitly exclusive, ticket holdin’ pollsters
Steal a buck from the cup of a bum if he’s clubfoot
Then toss around the word ‘evil’ like it’s a shot put
He can’t run so there’s no chase while I’m stuffin’ my face
With blue vein cheese and a touch of quince paste
On a bagel crisp at a table tossin’ poker chips
Ah, 2006 Chardonnay, thanks, sugar tits
Gimme your digits and I’ll give you a tip
You up for a night of facilitating my ego trip?
I’m in the business of pissin’ on innocence, strike a dollar deal
Manipulate a little pit of listeners, make ‘em feel it’s imminent
Imposing all these sanctions on their privilege
Any colour kid still suffer indiscriminate
Force a pen to their palm, authorise a deal
With any sheisty, homewreckin’, hot wax seal
Lick the envelope, steal the super out the bank box
And baby eats rotten Hot Pockets for their next meal

[Chorus]
I’m King Ponce, baby
Give me your money
I’m King Ponce, baby
You can trust me with your money

[Skit]
I have a longstanding track record of very satisfied customers. If you know what I mean?