Sink DeBeers' Marque
In June two thousand things looked bleak, the war had just begun,
DeBeers had made a lowball bid, they thought they'd had it won,
Four twenty five was what they said they'd pay to buy the Spear,
They thought that we'd all just bend down and take it in the rear,
The officers did gather and discussed the common good,
And every Spear director, he knew and understood,
They had to sink DeBeers' marque, the terror of 4 Cs,
Stop those slimeballs in their tracks and bring them to their knees,
We'll face that bully CSO thats made its hostile play,
We gotta sink DeBeers' marque, they're as bad as John Pacquet
Hit the deck a-runnin' boy, we'll win this or we'll drown,
When we face the cartel king we gotta cut 'em down!
The V.R.P. was Randy's plan, his friends were buyin' stock,
He told DeBeers, "Buy Indian goods and other crappy schlock,
"But specials found in Snap Lake's dyke to you we will not sell,
White knights can view our data bank but you can go to hell!"
Then part one of the V.R.P. on Howe Street was unveiled,
The throughput it was doubled, the global resource swelled,
Said Randy, "This is over, just admit you can't prevail,
"With white knights we will whip your ass, keep your four bucks and turn tail!"
We'll face that bully CSO thats made its hostile play,
We gotta sink DeBeers' marque, they're as bad as John Pacquet
Hit the deck a-runnin' boy, we'll win this or we'll drown,
When we face the cartel king we gotta cut 'em down! |
