Living like a duke
My tunes making saloons rich off the juke
Had a few, had something else in the loo
Same colour as the stuff under Elsa’s shoe
Nothing flukey about my lucre
Nothing propish about this luger, proper
Use it to prop up my profits
Nailed to your bonce if hats aren’t doffed
Dodged, too dogged to get caught
Never log in, off grid
King even when I’m dead, El Cid
Keep my dukes up
One two to the chin and puker, catching fades
Put you on pause like a game on the computer
When in laws come over to stay.
Alchemisland 
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