THE FINANCIAL CRISIS RAP

The Financial Crisis,

had no prices,

no penny,

no money,

no nothing in your tummy,

no food to eat,

no house to heat,

no rythym to beat,

no barley and wheat,

they sent out loans,

lots of clones,

a pile of bones,

no ice-cream cones,

no money in vaults,

no money in bolts,

this is the end,

with a twist and a bend,

of the Financial Crisis,

which had no prices.

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