Maka Ina
We grip our cane and wave it wildly competing for total reign
While we shine our snake skin boots after we stomp out all your roots
And we brush our fur coats and tilt our fedoras as a way to gloat
While we slap you around and throw you to the ground
Ever since our birth we have stripped you down and raped you of all your worth
And tagged you with a price and rolled you around like a set of dice
Pimping you out on every block has become purely cakewalk
Until one of us is dead we will make you bring home the bread
Until you are too old and weak, until you are too tainted to speak
We are far from chivalric, taking everything you own in hopes to flip you for another trick
See when it comes to prostitutes there will always be another one to pursuit
But we seem to overlook the fact there is only one Mother Earth to impact
And though she's the one who has bled, we will be the first to be dead
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