E-Statement Undustrial (Ft. Frank Sinatra)

[Intro: Frank Sinatra]
(All me or nothing)

[Hook]
Fuck the market up
Shot the target down
Learn to stop a cop
When you get to town
Drop him from the roof
Make him touch the ground
He didn’t like the roof he’s staying underground

[Verse 1]
My taxes are getting a write off
Like the batches that we drop off
More ashes than we dust off
I pass it to the masses
So the masses can take off
Their mass is not quite tough
They just love to fake cough
Now fake friends want fake love
And bitches rеally think I’m fucking running outta patience
Nearly wastеd fucking eight years digitizing my fucking statement
Like how the fuck acid tabbed this arrangement
Lost my day wondering where did my day went
It’s statement not for a placement
The fuck is a therapy this is the paid-vent
Lost my day wondering where day my day went
Obtaining payments , post-paid rent
You get invited like how’s the pavement