She Sells Seashells By The Seashore Rap Lyrics


She Sells Seashells By The Seashore Rap Lyrics By Ren. Main song words are She sells seashells on a seashore but the value of these shells will fall due to the laws of supply and demand.

She Sells Seashells By The Seashore Rap Lyrics

Strange times we’re living in, panic and hysteriaPoor man learn the rich man don’t care for yaNarcissist mindsets spread like malariaSit back and watch the show, AmericaBritain split through fickle sh^tA government of hypocritesThese counterfeit politicians sitIn parliament, not adequate (Come on)Needlessly bleeding resources all dryTurn a blind eye if it means a pay rise“Oh, what a shame it would be, I would die”If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fireOnly joking, only messing, don’t be stressingI’m a peaceful adolescent, there’s no need to be unpleasantWrite my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyse the brainWhile my finger’s on the trigger of a money game

Oh rain, rain, rain, rainA storm, it comes our wayAnd those who rise through distorted liesPoisoning the veinsBut we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blameIt’s easier to blameBut point the mirror at ourselvesWe’re all part of this old money gameThis old money gameThis old money gameThis old-

Money is a game and the ladder we climbTurns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crimeI’ll break it down for you mo^^erf^^kers line by lineThis is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on a seashoreBut the value of these shells will fallDue to the laws of supply and demandNo one wants to buy shells ’cause there’s loads on the sand

Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcityShells will sell much better if the people think they’re rare, you seeBare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide ’em on an islandStockpile ’em high until they’re rarer than a diamond

Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want ’emReally want ’em, really f^^kin’ want ’em, hit ’em like BronsonInfluencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainmentIf you haven’t got a shell, then you’re just a f^^king wasteman

Three: it’s monopoly, invest inside some propertyStart a corporation, make a logo, do it properly“Shells must sell”, that will be your new philosophySwallow all your morals, they’re a poor man’s quality

Four: expand, expand, expandClear forest, make land, fresh blood on handFive: why just shells? Why limit yourself?She sells seashells, sell oil as well

Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocksSell water to a fish, sell the time to a clockSeven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakesThen run to be the president of the United States

Eight: big smile mate, big wave, that’s greatNow the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gateNine: Polarise the people, controversy is the gameIt don’t matter if they hate you if they all say your name

Ten: the world is yoursStep out on a stage to a round of applauseYou’re a liar, a cheat, a devil, a w^^^eAnd you sell seashells on the seashore

Rain, rain, rain, rainA storm, it comes our wayAnd those who rise through distorted liesPoisoning the veinsBut we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blameIt’s easier to blameBut point the mirror at ourselvesWe’re all part of this old money gameThis old money gameThis old

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