Welcome to 2026, everyone.
We’re kicking off the year with a special little number dedicated to society’s most cherished parasites — the billionaires. They’ve had their fun. Now it’s time for the bill.
RUN BILLIONAIRE RUN!
Well I seen ya down at the crossroad, wearin’ them city shoes, Talkin’ sweet with the Devil, like he owed you the blues. He said “Pick a number, boy, I got gold to burn.” You said, “I want the whole damn world,” and ya got your turn.
They gave ya oil wells, gave ya greenback trees, Private islands floatin’ in dem toxic seas. Ya had ya foot on the neck of every workin’ man, Still you wanted more, Lawd, that was ya plan.
Run, billionaire, run—Devil got his boots on tight. Run, billionaire, run—he ridin’ in 'fore midnight. Ain’t no plane high enough, ain’t no bank account wide— You danced with the fire, now the flame gon’ ride ya. Run, billionaire, run... you can't un-sign that line.
You fed us them chemicals, them plastic meals, Put poison in the water, and closed them deals. Turned our babies into play things, truth into lies, Dug graves in the earth just to touch the sky.
You bought up the rain, stole the sun from the fields, Then sold back the air with a grin and some seals. Now you sit in ya towers countin’ other folks’ pain, But the storm’s rollin’ in, and it know your name.
Run, billionaire, run—He comin’ up that hill. Run, billionaire, run—your blood done paid the bill. Ain’t no gospel choir, ain’t no courtroom hush— Just the Devil hummin’ low in a thunderous crush. Run, billionaire, run... the fire know your face.
You thought Hell was made for broke men cryin’ in the pews, But it’s been sittin’ on your porch, polishin’ its shoes. It don’t howl or holler, don’t rattle no chain— Just grins in the corner while you toast champagne.
Now the crossroads hummin’, the ink ain’t dry, He gave you the world, but you reached for the sky. And when that bell tolls, ain’t no beggin’ to do— The Devil come knockin’, and he comin’ for you.
Run, billionaire, run—clock done struck its chime. Run, billionaire, run—your soul been marked in and now it’s that time. Ain’t no data vault, no steel-locked gate, No offshore ledger gon’ dodge that fate. Run, billionaire, run... you made the deal. Now it’s time to pay.