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Fuck naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway, I said, "That's no burglar! That's my butler."
Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Oh David, you must do it for us
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if I can get my voice like those rappers
Here we go
Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockefeller
So much cash up in my bathroom it's a Ready-Teller
I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphillis
But no need for prophylactics
I'mma up you on some mean old mac shit
Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid
Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions
If your ass occur, shit
It wouldn't be the first time I done made a massacre
Nigga please, how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securities
No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon
When my family got they sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules
Flash a little cash, make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and ho keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see I'm running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas is simps
I'm just a pimp
That is so cute!
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, I
Come on, old boy, I did mine
I
It's so, tribal
Well, very well
Oh goody!
But, hold my martini, I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty