Lyrics:

My philosophy of catastrophe
No doubt is coming after me
But I can chop that down like a family tree

The givers, the takers, the losers, money makers
Not to be crass, but it's the construction of the masses
That gives them the need to sweat or succeed
Get fat or just bleed

From rags to riot in three easy steps
Now check this out
The whores might be hustlers and the hustlers might be the whores
But if words fall on deaf ears
Then I am the deafest of them all