/biz/ - Business & Finance

There's a man on a phone with some cash
And he decides what will pump and what will crash
Your folio will be turned into ash
There'll be a dark red candle reaching down

When the Bogs come around.

The blood in your eyes will well up
At the terror in each dip and in each dump
Will you sell when he finally lets up?
Or hold your bags of shit into the ground

When the Bogs come around.

Hear the crashing, hear the AAAing
One hundred million shitcoins dumping
Bulls are breathing into bags of helium
Suffocating, hodlers hanging
Some are dead and some are dying
It's Bogendoff and Wall Streets kingdom come

Crashing this market with no survivors!

The call will bring destruction and panic

Crashing this market with no survivors!

The bloody streets full of red candlesticks