[Intro – dusty vinyl crackle, muted newsreel snippet] “Du Pont—an American success story…” (needle drop, bass slides in) [Verse 1] Dynasty draped in smokestack silk, Powder-blue royalty, bulletproof guilt. Six spellings of the surname mask the line, One covenant under sulfur, arsenic, brine. Secret rites in Brandywine night, Cousins marry cousins to condense the might. Blood keeps the current—occult charge potent, Royal Danish masons tip goblets to toast it. Balls, Gardners—IV drips of the craft, Bilderberg steering wheel, CFR shaft. George W. Ball plots policy maps, While Laddu0256*&^ prints the satanic caps. [Hook – steady, head-nod cadence] 🎵 Teflon blood—press can’t stain it, Billion-dollar canvas, demons paint it. Truth shot dead, coroners feign it, Du Pont sigil—world can’t name it. 🎵 [Verse 2] 1893—Louisville lie, Maggie Payne’s pistol, philanthropist dies. Body snatched swift to Bidermann’s porch, Coroner inks “apoplexy,” hush money torch. Coleman cleans the scene, hearse in gear, Press prints fiction—Courier cheers. Enquirer busts the plot, facts leak slow, But billions buy silence, headlines fold. Every scandal scrubbed like residue Teflon, Proxy Irving Shapiro moves chess from the salon. IBM, Citicorp—satellite seats, Rockefeller handshake under Bilderberg sheets. [Hook – harder drums, layered vocal doubles] 🎵 Teflon blood—press can’t stain it, Billion-dollar canvas, demons paint it. Truth shot dead, coroners feign it, Du Pont sigil—world can’t name it. 🎵 [Verse 3] Hidden life—ritual masks in vaults, Factory façades cover sulfurous vaults. Powder burns clean when the patents expire, But the coven’s estate keeps feeding the fire. Shapiro triangulates Watson and Rock, Delaware boardrooms launder the stock. Royal Masonic aprons flash in the lodge, While tabloids distract with silicone collage. Bloodline algebra—incest sums power, If lineage corrupts, the circuits shower. Du Pont dynasty—satanic throne, SIGNAL ROOT broadcasts what they hide from the phone. [Hook – final, stripped to bass & drums] 🎵 Teflon blood—press can’t stain it, Billion-dollar canvas, demons paint it. Truth shot dead, coroners feign it, Du Pont sigil—world can’t name it. 🎵 [Outro – vinyl hiss returns, typewriter keys clack] “Family history provided courtesy of Du Pont Corporate Archives.” (deep breath, needle lifts)
