don draper in a brand new cadillac
windows down, smokin a fatty sac
rolled these images up in a big ole blunt
makin men mad like a tasty little cunt
mad men making mad money
hot hands handling a pot o honey
we sell dreams like stirling cooper
telling everybody shits just super
but its all fucked, we're all going to hell
can't you see the signs, can't you tell
the writing on the wall is on your screen
scream all you want, times is mean
and we gotta eat, so we turn to crime
its either that, or learn how to rhyme
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