One down and another to go Keep it up and you just might win the gold Eyes on the prize and your head in the game What the hell is it for if you don't feel the pain (Wait what did you say, oh my god) Trash talking son of a bitch Bibs on, it's time to eat the rich (Bon appetite I'm famished) It's all uphill for an asthmatic How the hell did the little blue engine do it (Oh that's right, he didn't) I think I can, I think I can Funny you always get the helping hand (1, 2, 3, 4) Trash talking son of a bitch Bibs on, it's time to eat the rich (Oh mummy and daddy got you a lambo But you wanted a G wagon That is so sad for you) Night shift, face lift. see what the truth It's having a choice that's the privilege Seal the bread to feed the home But who needs bread when you've got the dough Trash talking son of a bitch Bibs on, it's time to eat the rich Trash talking son of a bitch Bibs on, it's time to eat the rich