Council of Rich Men ft. Bald Lyrics

I'm rich I eat my poop

I have a meeting soon

I own the government with the other rich people I'll soon be with

Arrive at the council room

The wonderful smell of poo

Fresh shipment from Nugo

Need more before you know

Welcome my fellow rich

We must speak of the government

We have a potential buyer

Straight from the land of fire

What shall we sell it for

So we will not be poor

We will not eat the apples

We will eat only poop

He'll never have enough

We will need trillions

He must sell more than apples

To buy our government

I have an Ikda scoop

Satan will sell those too

Very useful for poop

But that still won't do

With all of your permission

I'll let our buyer know

Until he has more money

From us it is a no

And now it's time to party

Our favorite band is here

The Knowledge show is starting

Our favorite song we'll here

Poop

Rich people eating poop at a party

Real boxers are always lardy

I'm playing a game where I'm a sammich

I said I'm playing a game where I'm a sammich

Good times with the boys eating turds

Were the best artists you've ever heard

My face in a bowl of goo

Tripple rea and twice eaten poo

Knowledge has so much money

Oh, rea tastes like honey

I'm loving everybody

I'm loving Ikda scoops

I'm playing a game where I'm a sammich

Already out of things that rhyme with sammich

So happy that I don't eat apples

I snap, crap, pop, and poop

Rea, so hard to collect

Rea, the name of my pet

I'm playing a game where I'm a sammich

A day without rea cant stand it

Knowledge is the king of notes

Did you know that rea floats

Slide a log right down my throat

I'm the owner of a boat

I'm wearing an awesome coat

You know Knowledge is the goat

My house has a rea moat

My favorite kind of bag is tote

I'm playing a game where I'm a sammich

Gonna eat as much poop as I can manage

A poopy butt holes a sight to see

I'm thankful that I poop, and I don't just poop

Its time to meet again

And discuss our boxing bets

I have a million on the bald the truly

He is 800 pounds

No one can take him down

Because he's 5'1"

If he could he wouldn't run

Who is that at the door

Who is he looking for

He says that he's from Ikda

The apple company

I'll tell him we've decided to keep the government

You and your poor man's apples you can't impress us with

I'm satan

I hear you want more money

But I have something better

I don't just own Ikda

I have something you need

Look at my truck you'll see

It can't be

How could he

Have a truck from Nugo

I own it

Nugo's mine

You could have a lifetime supply of poop

(I think I'm Santa clause)

We cannot refuse your offer