Heh, oh shut up, you two
Slummin' it with the plebs, that's all you do!
You think you're hot, think you're grand
But you're just ants in my greedy hand!
Look at you, all puffed-up pride
Lovin' your mutts, got no shame to hide
But me? I'm the king, the cash machine
Stackin’ gold, it’s obscene!
Ozzie with his love and his little clown
Bee’s just buzzin’ around her mutt in town
You’re playin’ small games, I'm the big show
Runnin’ Hell’s empire with the dough to blow!
I'm the top of the greedy heap
Pockets deep, y’all playin’ for keeps
Don’t need love, don’t need friends
All I need is cash till the party ends!
I'm the jester, I'm the boss
I'm the clown with the golden gloss!
So keep your mutts and keep your plebs
You’ll be broke when I cash my checks!
Bee, you call me a clown, how quaint
But you ain’t seen a dime of what I paint
You’re gluttony, baby, but here’s the tea
All your sugar’s nothin’ compared to me
Ozzie, your love? It’s a joke at best
Fizz is stressin’, you know the rest
I built him, I made him, he's my brand
Without me, your act is canned!
Oh, you’re pissy, ain’t ya, Bee?
Mad that nobody wants your stinger but me
And Ozzie, my boy, don’t flex too hard
You’re just a flame with a fragile guard
(Heh, yeah!)
I run the game, I pull the strings
Every dime in Hell? That’s my thing
So bow to the greed, kiss the crown
Watch as I burn this circus down!
I'm the top of the greedy heap
Pockets deep, y’all playin’ for keeps
Don’t need love, don’t need friends
All I need is cash till the party ends!
I'm the jester, I'm the boss
I'm the clown with the golden gloss!
So keep your mutts and keep your plebs
You’ll be broke when I cash my checks!
Love? HA! That ain’t my game
I deal in dollars, power, and fame
Clownin' for coins, you’re all just pawns
While I sit back, yawn, and carry on
You’ll regret it, Ozz, mark my word
Expose your secrets, make 'em heard
Bee, your buzz ain’t scarin’ me
I'm the hive, you’re just the flea!
I'm the top of the greedy heap
Pockets deep, y’all playin’ for keeps
Don’t need love, don’t need friends
All I need is cash till the party ends!
I'm the jester, I'm the king
Bow to the green, hear the choir sing!
So take your plebs and take your pride
Greed runs Hell, and I'm the guide!
Heh, you thought you had me, didn’t ya?
But Greed always wins in the end!
So go ahead, buzz off, cry your love songs—
I’ll be countin’ my millions where you belong
Beneath me
