Yeah. They thought the ocean was deep enough to hide the bodies. They thought the money was loud enough to drown out the screams. Trump. Clinton. Andrew. Gates. The guest list for the end of the world. Open the books. Let the rot breathe. (Verse 1: 0:25 - 0:55) The oligarchic hegemony crumbles in this verbal offensive, While those cancerous pricks bathe in their collective archives. Donald Trump, that narcissistic charlatan, that pimp of capital, Entwined with Epstein in a story sick and pathological. He called him a "terrific guy" back in the Palm Beach heat, While they scouted for the vulnerable on a one-way street. Parading with that motherfucker, that fucking piece of shit, Burning innocence in a golden cell while the world took the hit. It’s a constellation of corruption, a moral bankruptcy complete, Fueled by decadence and the blood of the street. (Chorus: 0:55 - 1:15) The cesspool is open, the stench is fatal, For the prince, the president, and the tech-king in his cradle. Assholes in luxury, your time is fucking through, The truth is the ammo, and we’re aiming it at you. Fucking bastards running from the shadow of the law, The world’s got its teeth in your throat and your flaw. (Verse 2: 1:15 - 1:45) Look at Bill Clinton, that sophisticated, smooth asshole, His reputation is a ruin, a dark and empty hole. Twenty-six flights on the Express, yeah, we saw the logs, Running with the wolves while he’s lying to the dogs. And that cancerous Prince Andrew, that royal parasite, Privilege shields his neck, but the street keeps him in sight. "I was at a Pizza Express," what a pathetic fucking lie, While Virginia told the world how you looked her in the eye. That filthy dog deserves the rope, the gallows, and the shame, A royal bloodline tainted by a pedophile’s game. (Chorus: 1:45 - 2:05) The cesspool is open, the stench is fatal, For the prince, the president, and the tech-king in his cradle. Assholes in luxury, your time is fucking through, The truth is the ammo, and we’re aiming it at you. Fucking bastards running from the shadow of the law, The world’s got its teeth in your throat and your flaw. (Bridge: 2:05 - 2:35) (Beat strips back to a haunting piano and a ticking clock) Bill Gates in the mansion, talking 'bout the "global good," But you were sitting with the monster, yeah, we understood. Les Wexner pulled the strings, the money moved in silence, A billion-dollar infrastructure built on sexual violence. Alan Dershowitz, the snake, the legal rat in the drain, Twisting every statute just to manage all your pain. Ehud Barak, Stephen Hawking, the list goes on and on, The lights are coming up, and your protection is gone. You sick, twisted fucks. (Verse 3: 2:35 - 3:00) Ghislaine Maxwell in the box, but she’s just the start, We want the names in the black book, the ones who played the part. You can’t "suicide" the truth when the world is wide awake, There’s not enough hush money for the souls you tried to take. Fuck you all!!! Hillywood Records.

the Epstein Fails!!!!