David, David Rockefeller
Thinks his life was so damn stellar
Evil shit, death overdue
His crap agenda freakin' blew
I'm glad he's dead, we're better off
Cook his bones and make some broth
Just don't sip, you will regret
You'll be cursed from David's wet
Now he's gone a void is left
In his legacy of theft
Good Riddance ... you bastard.