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Yes Boss

When I am a rich man I will buy you up and cut you down
Cut you down with radar-guided fists
Like steamhammers, like clubs
And I will smash down your replacements as they line up

O master my master I hope that you don't notice
I'm infecting your products with violets and roses
I'm building your system from fractures and cracks
And then when I'm gone it'll crash

Don't bother trying to explain yourself
Your evil ways speak for themselves
I've got 700 different dooms for you

(You got it coming)