The Smell Of Money

My boy i say you're unaware of
Things that i am unaware of
The things they say behind one's back
That you suspect but aren't quite sure of
Don't say you haven't noticed

The smell of money is all about me
I just can't rid myself
Of it's overpowering bouquet
My inner beauty cursed with obscurity
By a scent that can't be washed away

I don't know who you think i am
But if i'm who i think i am
Then there's no cranny i've examined
Taints the air where ere i am
But don't say you haven't noticed

The smell of money wafts all about me
It neutralizes any other odors i convey
Best friends won't tell me
They know i'm suffering
With a scent that can't be washed away

The stench of money
Is reeking off of me
A mix of cheap cologne
Weasel pheromone and rotted grave
Thank dad and mommy
I'm filthy, stinking rich
So i can say to you "piss off"
I bathe, i bathe