C.E.O.G
(Chief Executive Original Gangsta)

Kenneth Lay:
    I've destroyed more lives than 9-11.
I'll destroy many more before I'm done.
    But when was the last time you heard 'em mention my crime?
No laws enacted (You distracted?) Outta sight and outta mind.
    I marauded, defrauded, never got caughted,
In the pages of "Fortune Magazine" I was lauded.
    'Cuz in fraud embezzlement I got wack-ass skills!
While my employees starve, I wipe my ass with dollar bills.
    And I embezzle fer shezzle and slezzle my wezzle.
Just embezzle fer shezzle and slezzle my wezzle.
    You'd think for what we did they'd slap the handcuffs on us.
Hail naw, bitch, we got a muthaf*ckin' bonus!
    A slap on the wrist, a martini with a twist,
Bounce to the country club where they show me much love.
    Thanks to me, can't even look at your stock portfolio,
Twiggety-twisted outta' shape like the bitch got polio.
    Smiggety-smack and jack you up 'til you gots worthless stock,
And if you don't like it, suck my shriveled white c*ck, beeyotch!
    (Chorus: ) I'm the Chief Executive Original Gangsta,
Unindicted white-collar criminal wanksta.
    The Chief Executive Original Gangsta,
Unindicted financial mass-murderin' pranksta.
    "What's mine is mine--What's yours is mine, too!"
That's my philosophy while me and my crew's
    Financial shenanigans held the business for ransom,
You lost your shirt, but I kept my mansion.
    I master industry, I capped the corporation,
Everything that's beautiful about our capitalist nation.
    To the U.S. Congress make mad contributions,
It's bought and paid for, we own the f*ckin' institution!
    And I embezzle fer shezzle and slezzle my wezzle.
Just embezzle fer shezzle and slezzle my wezzle.
    Got no fear of retribution, don't expect incarceration,
Got friends in high places who run the goddamn nation.
    Brown man robs a bank for a couple of bones,
It's ten to twenty-five without no parole.
    I make millions disappear, I ain't gotta' do shit
'Cept sit back and enjoy the lifestyle I stole.
    So it's la-de-da-de-da and a bling-bling-bling
You'll never see me behind bars in Sing-Sing.
    Just bought my girlfriend a ten carat ring-ring,
While my bank account goes ching-a-ching, beeyotch!
    (Repeat Chorus.)
    (Spoken: ) We comin' straight outta' our palatial gated suburban communities
And getting' all up in yo' asses to get all your cashes.
    Nothin' but golf and bitches with my ill-gotten riches,
And there ain't NOTHIN' you can do to stop us.
    SMUG LIFE FOREVER!