Money Signs — Episode 16

A sorry excuse for a creation, full of nothing but greed Hey, a guy's gotta eat, gorgeous Look, goddess, everything's a negotiation What's your price? Your soul is already mine I am deciding whether to discard it Pay me with your life's luck or rot here forever Choose! Every bullet that missed you was my hand nudging the lead So what? It's still my face on the block Only because I permit it Cee-lo 456 wins it all 123, I lose And without my hand to tilt them?

Roll, street boy Read 'em and weep, gorgeous Pure mortal audacity Very well, street boy You return to a meat grinder MR. EPSTINE has already marked your flesh I can handle some crooked old bastard He is no longer human To survive him, you must burn!