Let’s start with their very big winnings--
Guys who weren’t good did their part
To completely strip U.S. Treasury.
Their “shenanigans” lead to dough-rape me.

AIG, dough-rape me.
Those cursèd loathsome scammers run free,
AIG, dough-rape me.

Dough-rape me a$$holes party. . .
Search me--could they be more sleazy?

Dough, they steal, then spear our rear,
’rraignments needed, but there’s none,
Me and you. . .they take our pelf,
Farrago, whose course ain’t run,
So, they’re thieving all our bread,
Laughing while they take some mo’,
T bills shrinking, all but dead,
Handing them big wads of dough-ough-ough-ough-ough.

Louse grifters, dough-rape me a$$holes and cons
Made foolish bets, and now all the money’s gone,
Not an iota left of bread,
’cause they swindled billions,
and ’cause they goonishly f**cked up.
We’re gypped.

No dough, hard, hard we’re dough-raped.
I’ll repeat that:
No dough, hard, hard we’re dough-raped.

Then:
Dough-go shark-sleaze dough-rape mo’.

Let’s put it all together:
No dough, hard, hard we’re dough-raped; dough-go, shark-sleaze dough-rape mo’.

No, they didn’t leave anything,
’cause they’re putzes, turds,
Scum scourge who spent our notes, like fins.

Wretched whores collect their bling,
Country sinks; this whole thing stinks.

Dough, they steal, then spear our rear,
Rape the profits till there’s none,
Me and you. . .they game our pelf,
Far off some of them have run,
So, they’re scheming for more bread,
Laughing while they shaft us mo’,
T bills stuff under their bed,
What will bring us back the dough-ough-ough-ough-ough?