[Skit]

“Ok darlin’, put him through. Geoff! How are ya, mate? Nah, couldn’t be better. Aw, that? No, hahaha. No, mate. No, no. Nothin’ that a bit of good old fashioned fuckin’ genocide couldn’t fix, you know what I mean?”

[Verse]

You can catch me in the world bank with a lamb shank

The size of my fuckin’ face

Monsanto beans in my latte, sit happy while the township displaced

On a throne with a boner, off a bonus cashed moments ago

My magnum opus is my cashflow

Solitary focus, live like I’m the POTUS

Foreclose a home then power-broke the homeless (Hahahaha)

You can catch me with a cocktail gaffer-taped to my face

Big chunks of fruit in it, swizzler, canapé

They call me King Ponce, upsize my Slurpee

Mother nature screamin’ mercy, pursin’ her lips up

With a nip tuck and her D-cups up around her chin

Every sleazer with a fat fist tryna put it in

Like she’s limitless, I live inside the physics of the wickedest

Illicitly exclusive, ticket holdin’ pollsters

Steal a buck from the cup of a bum if he’s clubfoot

Then toss around the word ‘evil’ like it’s a shot put

He can’t run so there’s no chase while I’m stuffin’ my face

With blue vein cheese and a touch of quince paste

On a bagel crisp at a table tossin’ poker chips

Ah, 2006 Chardonnay, thanks, sugar tits

Gimme your digits and I’ll give you a tip

You up for a night of facilitating my ego trip?

I’m in the business of pissin’ on innocence, strike a dollar deal

Manipulate a little pit of listeners, make ‘em feel it’s imminent

Imposing all these sanctions on their privilege

Any colour kid still suffer indiscriminate

Force a pen to their palm, authorise a deal

With any sheisty, homewreckin’, hot wax seal

Lick the envelope, steal the super out the bank box

And baby eats rotten Hot Pockets for their next meal

[Chorus]

I’m King Ponce, baby

Give me your money

I’m King Ponce, baby

You can trust me with your money

[Skit]

I have a longstanding track record of very satisfied customers. If you know what I mean?