Cosmic Sheikh

[Verse 1] I’m a Sheikh, my nation’s small— Need a microscope to spot it south of the Persian Gulf’s sprawl. But my claims? They’re cosmic, beyond the stars, Even Iran’s grandeur can’t match the wars I spark. [Verse 2] I’m a Sheikh, I hate China? Dubai’s built on bones from their factories— Without them, I can’t even sip, can’t drink, Black gold’s my fuel, but their goods are my link. [Chorus] I’m a Sheikh, I pilgrimage to Mecca yearly, But Vegas’ glitz is where my soul’s free. God bless America—my crude oil’s their shield, Supplying the empire, their bases I yield. [Verse 3] I’m a Sheikh, I funded Syria’s strife, So America’s hands stay clean in this life. Democracy? Blasphemous, yet no sanctions— After all, I’m a Sheikh—so they tolerate my tactics. [Bridge] A crown of sand, a checkbook’s might, I bankroll chaos, then call it “fight for the right.” The world’s on its knees, but my pockets stay full, A jester in robes, serving the imperial rule. [Outro] So here’s to the Sheikh—cosmic, sly, divine, My black tears keep the empires entwined. No judgment, no chains? Oh, the irony— Just a drop of crude, and the sanctions? They’rephony.