I eat bars of gold during lunch
Desert made of brilliants with a petroleum cream
My name is Beelzebub, master of stratosphere
I am ungodly cool, respect to me is without borders.
Chorus
Snickers in my left hand, Mars in my right,
My PR manager is Karl Marx
Snickers in my left hand, Mars in my right,
My PR manager is Karl Marx
Kapital! Kapital!
I eat cities, wash them down with seas,
My beard eclipses the sky
Thunder and lightning, fogs and rains,
All the ministers and tyrants lick my boots.
Chorus
Snickers in my left hand, Mars in my right,
My PR manager is Karl Marx
Snickers in my left hand, Mars in my right,
My PR manager is Karl Marx
Kapital! Kapital!