Annual Report by The Dead Can Rap Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mike Ladd & Remi Rough]
Done built yourself a Frankenstein (The shit's not funny)
Gonna bury you in the mines (The shit's not funny, bankers stole all our money)
Yeah, yeah
Manifest this
I am your destiny
You can’t escape it bitch
There too many of me
How you want to kill it?
In the process, the world will consume you
Go ahead, press the button
Doom gonna beat you (Do it)
You like it when we starvin'?
Survival of the fittest, you say
What you playing at?
I’m about to come your way
Koch
All the way to Mercer, hurt ya
You been shook for a century and we gonna work on your fodder
The ghosts of the Bolshеviks down by Bacou holla
Stalin on a steed with a bomb on his back, you can’t follow
While you crunching up your numbers and killing off the taxеs, shocker
Sailing 'cross the seas just to get what his is back
Add it up, the numbers never match up, the fuck
You done built yourself a Frankenstein
Gonna bury you in the mines
[Verse 2: Remi Rough]
I think I need to empty out my mattress
I used to go out with this gold-digging actress
Always pay my taxes, individual access
Can you remember where we buried all those axes?
Bitch stole all my money
Spent it on shoes like a playboy bunny
Shit's not funny, huh, she's got the honey
Used to live a life that was so egocentric
Until the day when it magically ended
Goldman Sachs, wax fully intended
Maximum output visually rendered
Hanging out with Siegfried and Frank Ocean
Balance falling in perpetual motion
Could have been a lawyer, I should have been an activist
Now I'm just a hologram followed by an asterisk
Don't ask where the master is
The Devil's in the details, Angels writing emails
Exonerating she-males, calculating pre-sales
Done built yourself a Frankenstein (The shit's not funny)
Gonna bury you in the mines (The shit's not funny, bankers stole all our money)
Yeah, yeah
Manifest this
I am your destiny
You can’t escape it bitch
There too many of me
How you want to kill it?
In the process, the world will consume you
Go ahead, press the button
Doom gonna beat you (Do it)
You like it when we starvin'?
Survival of the fittest, you say
What you playing at?
I’m about to come your way
Koch
All the way to Mercer, hurt ya
You been shook for a century and we gonna work on your fodder
The ghosts of the Bolshеviks down by Bacou holla
Stalin on a steed with a bomb on his back, you can’t follow
While you crunching up your numbers and killing off the taxеs, shocker
Sailing 'cross the seas just to get what his is back
Add it up, the numbers never match up, the fuck
You done built yourself a Frankenstein
Gonna bury you in the mines
[Verse 2: Remi Rough]
I think I need to empty out my mattress
I used to go out with this gold-digging actress
Always pay my taxes, individual access
Can you remember where we buried all those axes?
Bitch stole all my money
Spent it on shoes like a playboy bunny
Shit's not funny, huh, she's got the honey
Used to live a life that was so egocentric
Until the day when it magically ended
Goldman Sachs, wax fully intended
Maximum output visually rendered
Hanging out with Siegfried and Frank Ocean
Balance falling in perpetual motion
Could have been a lawyer, I should have been an activist
Now I'm just a hologram followed by an asterisk
Don't ask where the master is
The Devil's in the details, Angels writing emails
Exonerating she-males, calculating pre-sales