Threat to Society

Lyrics: [Intro] Born with a silver spoon… Raised in a house full of gold… Never knew hunger. Never knew pain. Never knew the meaning of a dollar earned in the rain. Now look at him. Another rich boy playing God. Threat to society. [Verse 1] Born in a mansion, surrounded by slaves, Daddy made millions, Mama bought praise. Silver spoon shoved in his arrogant mouth, Never seen the world that exists outside the house. Private school, private jet, private fucking life, Never had to work, never had to sacrifice. Daddy's little prince with a platinum crown, Inherited an empire, now he looks down. Five-star dinner while the homeless freeze, Talks about hard work with inherited keys. Thirty cars sitting in a climate-controlled hall, Still thinks he's earned every brick in it all. He don't shake hands, he just points and commands, Got a million-dollar watch but no blood on his hands. Treats the waiter like a dog, calls the driver a fool, Another spoiled motherfucker who mistakes wealth for rule. [Hook] THREAT TO SOCIETY! A parasite in a tailored suit! THREAT TO SOCIETY! Got a golden throne and a rotten root! You ain't a king, you're a fucking disease, Just a rich little coward with inherited keys. THREAT TO SOCIETY! Money can't buy what you lack inside! [Verse 2] Inherited the fortune, inherited the name, Inherited the power, never earned the fame. Three fucking villas, two yachts in the bay, Still needs a new toy just to get through the day. Black card bleeding, champagne on ice, Buys another woman, thinks it makes him a prize. Buys another watch, buys another chain, Can't purchase a soul, can't conceal the stain. He sees people as numbers, sees the poor as dirt, Laughs at minimum wage, says they need to work. Never missed a meal, never slept in fear, But he lectures broken people like he fucking cares. "You're just jealous," yeah, that's what he screams, While he drowns in a pool of his father's old dreams. Every single friend got a price on their head, Every word out his mouth leaves another soul dead. Not dead in the ground, but dead in their trust, He turns human connection into ashes and dust. A walking monument to everything that's wrong, A weak little man in a world he thinks he owns. [Hook] THREAT TO SOCIETY! A parasite in a tailored suit! THREAT TO SOCIETY! Got a golden throne and a rotten root! You ain't a king, you're a fucking disease, Just a rich little coward with inherited keys. THREAT TO SOCIETY! Money can't buy what you lack inside! [Verse 3] There's a portrait of his father hanging high on the wall, A reminder of the man who provided it all. He calls himself self-made, says he built the estate, But he was born at the finish line, celebrating the race. Never built a thing that wasn't bought with a check, Never stood on his own, never earned respect. He mistakes his possessions for a measure of worth, Like the size of his house makes him king of the earth. And the people he despises keep the whole thing alive, They clean his fucking mansion, keep his engines running right. They build the roads he drives on, they serve him his wine, But he looks through them like they're wasting his time. He's got everything money could ever provide, Yet there's nothing worth respecting on the man inside. Just a hollow fucking shell in designer clothes, With a head full of arrogance and a heart made of stone. One day he'll be old, all his beauty will fade, All the money in the world won't erase what he's made. When the servants go home and the cameras go dark, He'll be alone with the monster he became from the start. [Bridge] No crown. No kingdom. No bloodline divine. Just a spoiled little bastard at the end of the line. No honor. No conscience. No soul to redeem. Just a rich man's nightmare with a god complex dream. [Final Hook] THREAT TO SOCIETY! YOUR FATHER'S MONEY AIN'T YOUR LEGACY! THREAT TO SOCIETY! JUST ANOTHER RICH BOY'S TRAGEDY! YOU AIN'T A KING! YOU AIN'T ELITE! YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING COWARD WITH AN EXPENSIVE SUITE! THREAT TO SOCIETY! ALL THAT GOLD, BUT YOU'RE DEAD INSIDE! THREAT TO SOCIETY! YOU CAN BUY THE WORLD - BUT YOU CAN'T BUY PRIDE! [Outro] Born above the world… Never part of it. A fortune in his pocket. Nothing in his soul. Threat to society. Fuck your money. ------------------------------------------------------- Add me on Instagram:   / koenichkrank