From the Lakes to the Horn: The Ultimate Minnesota Fraud Satire! 😂🦜💰 скачать в хорошем качестве

From the Lakes to the Horn: The Ultimate Minnesota Fraud Satire! 😂🦜💰

American pirates trick Somali fraudsters from Minnesota with fake money and shiny coins in barrels—tricking them back to Somalia on a steampunk flying ship full of trash! This savage troll anthem exposes welfare scams with a Nick Shirley showdown at the Learning Center. From the Lakes to the Horn: ultimate MN fraud satire! 😂🦜💰 #AmericanPirates #FakeGold #SomaliFraud #MinnesotaFraud #NickShirley #SteampunkPirates #AmericanPirates #MinnesotaFraud #TimWalz #FraudExposed #PirateSong #SatireMusic #WelfareScam #Satire BuyMeACoffee.com/AmericanVikings Lyrics 🎼 “From the Lakes to the Horn” Born where the water freezes solid in the fall, Ten thousand lakes and a snow-plowed call. No salt in the air, just pine and steel, But he learned the tides from a steering wheel. Stars and stripes on a patched-up sail, Map of the world with a tall tale trail. They laughed at the dream, said, “Son, that’s far,” He said, “Watch me turn cash into an alluring star.” Pre-Chorus He stacked those bills in old oak rings, Green like freedom, heavy things. Said money talks in every tongue, Even where the drums are sung. Chorus Roll out the barrels, let ’em gleam, Gold in the moonlight, cash-built dream. From Minnesota ice to a Somali shore, He lured ’em with riches they couldn’t ignore. No cannon fire, no blood, no war, Just barrels of cash and an open door. From the lakes to the horn of the world’s wide sea, An American pirate, wild and free. Verse 2 Down the Mississippi, slow and low, Past cities that never ask where you go. Every dock got a rumor trail, About a madman king with a money sail. Across the ocean, word got loud, Through satellite phones and a hungry crowd. “A ship out west got more than gold.” Pre-Chorus They chased that glow like a fevered flame, Different flags, but the same old game. Greed don’t care where you’re from, It just hears the beat of a hollow drum. Chorus Roll out the barrels, let ’em gleam, Gold in the moonlight, cash-built dream. From Minnesota ice to a Somali shore, He lured ’em with riches they couldn’t ignore. No cannon fire, no blood, no war, Just barrels of cash and an open door. From the lakes to the horn of the world’s wide sea, An American pirate, wild and free. Bridge Compass spinning, lines all crossed, Who’s the hunter, who’s the lost? Money don’t float, but stories do, They’ll carry you farther than a weapon ever could. When the barrels split on the sand at dawn, Only truth was the chase was gone. Final Chorus / Outro Roll out the barrels, let ’em break, Fortunes fade like a wake on a wake. From Minnesota ice to a Somali shore, They followed the dream till it led no more. No cannon fire, no blood, no war, Just barrels of cash and an open door. From the lakes to the edge of history, An American pirate, wild and free.