I was atop Hinch Mtn late last night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For Odin from this body trap began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the mash
He did the e-lite mash
It was a stock market crash
Your credit went to trash
He did the mash
He did the elite mash

For my 30th b-day from wisemen out east
To Wall St. where the Zionists feast
The elites came out from their underground abodes
To catch a jolt from the solar flare electrodes
The Orsinis were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Bourbon
Wettin and his son

The ritual was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Zogu on chains, backed by his bayin hounds
The Globalists were about to arrive
W/ their vocal group the Prince Harry Five
They played the mash
They played the elite mash
And it was a stock market crash
The elite mash

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