Tough Talking Chicken Hawk

How do you like it?

I’m a tough talking chicken hawk
And I’m here to kick some ass
My bone spurs won’t get in the way 
Of making money fast

I’ll keep stringing you along
Until I take it all away
When life means scrounging your next meal
Then you’ll miss the next scene change

I’m a tough talking chicken hawk
I want your money spent
I manipulate the market
It will go just where it’s sent

It’s not my fault you find yourself
Now living in your car
Up in the sky I pass you by
I don’t know who you are

I’m a tough talking chicken hawk
And I only hire the best
At doing what I tell them
I’m inclined to fire the rest

My War Department flunky
Says he wants to kill some more
He likes to pump the numbers up
He always rigs the score

He sometimes shares his bottle
With the head of FBI
Just because of his skin color
Doesn’t mean he’s DEI

He’s the one that was heard screaming
While caught running room-to-room
Back when he thought this president 
Took away his golden spoon

I’m a tough talking chicken hawk
And I don’t care if you starve
I once had more debt than this bum
Now I’m sleeping with the stars