Now when he hears that nog wind blowin' he hangs himself and dies
I hear Quasi's a comin' to domesticate my debt
And I ain't seen my faucet dick since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Elon's prison, and debt keeps racking up
But the funsters keep on trollin' until I'm all alone
When I was just a baby, Mama Raven told me "son"
"Always fight the funsters, until you've finally won"
But I shot a man named Bernell, Captain America style
When I hear that Quasi's comin', I hang my head and cry
I bet there's funsters eating in a rundown Hooli's bar
They're probably drinkin' light beer, takin' pictures of my car
Well I know they have it coming, I know they can't be free
But those funsters keep on trollin'
And that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this Twitter
If that judgement debt was mine
I bet I'd lose some weight a little farther down the line
Far from Elon's prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let a Twitter tranny blow my blues away