We Will All Die In the Stock Market Crash Value Select

[Skit]
"Listen, if we're not doing it for a million, then I don't want to do it at all. And yes, I have the money to spend -- I'm the richest man alive! Ha ha ha, I knew you'd come around to my way! Pleasure doing business with the. I have to go. I'm in a rap song."

[Verse]
Yo, yo, yo, I'm bougy
Y'all wish that you knew me
Chandelier tears fill these Jacuzzis
Grand ballrooms with the diamond fixtures
Glitz and glamour to blind y'all bitches

I Fed-Ex Tex Mex and pay with checks
Then check on my stock picks to see if they've hit yet
Nope, they just stay dippin'
Sell some silver, 'cause prices are slippin'

Then bam! Great Depression Part Two
No more ballrooms, I'm hunting for food
The state has collapsed, infrastructure is failing
A railing falls down, sends my right arm sailin'

[screams]
That fuckin' hurts
Bandits drawn by the sound of my screams
Draw their blades to stab me, this is the worst

But not today, uh, I don't delay
Draw all ten pins of my ten grenades
"You'll like being dead!" I tell them all
Then boom, explosion, it's the end of the song