If the money's right

I bet you wonder, you think there's nothing to it

It's all dogshit and you step right thru it

I'm still at my own pace while you pigs spit in my face

But I'm telling you I won't bend

You think I'm lazy I ain't got no cent

That I'm working and writing you don't wanna know

You'd rather see this sucker go down real slow

[RUDEBOY] if the money's right, cast pearl for swine

I bet ya wonder, there must be something to it

This motherfucker there's no way he can do it

He's no composer, kind of a dope

Probably works the nightshift for a local grocer

Uses cocaine, speed to fly

Occupy his dumb little mind

Has to be a talented stealer of creative minds

He's just a mind dealer