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"