I poured a fireball in a dunkin iced coffee this morning and this is what came out:
Fatty in the oval office says I have to go home
Crossed 3000 miles, greatest trek ever known
No AC, you’d be bitching
Blot flies have you itching
Shut The Fuck Up Fatty, blow right through your dome
I’m a pilgrim in a foreign land, but I wasn’t born to roam
Rich bitches having their moment
I just want a fucking home
Get your boots on buddy
Just a hike cross the Darien
Watch your step cuz mudslides get hairy, and
Bring extra socks cuz its gonna rain again.
Call me Abraham!
Watch the rays, bring a hat or your baked, man
Left the jungle behind, now we in the sun
Nothing stopping this voyage,
Fatty better fucking run.
When im done with him, Donny gonna be sippin tea with Snowden
Better call up ICE, fatty need the protection
gonna snatch these bodies like they stole the election
three blind mice, reduced to dust
they scared! donald, vance, and musk!
Yeah I said, When I’m done, Donny gonna be sipping tea with Snowden
Landlord type ass aint ever been through nothin
Wiki say he a felon, but he didn’t do no time
Daddy paid for a lawyer, easy white collar crime
And Donny pays for pussy too cuz he’s bland as hell
No wonder we have active shooters, Mr. President an incel
And that’s just the start–
Blackrock, Vanguard, the evil black heart
Consolidating power like the dark lord
Sauron type [i cant say that word] crushing dissent with a hoard
of lawyers, and Peter Theil too,
didn’t you hear?
Built an AI to spy on you,
literally called it Palantir
They say:
Stacking the 401K?
Thank you very much Whitey!
Blast some muslims how we gon’ use that money
If we lucky kill some Chinese too
We’ll take those iphones and micro chips boo
Keep working, you’ll retire for sure!
Tho we might start a war, leave yo ass on some shore.
Lucky ones’ll come home with a medal
Honest veterans coming back to a life of art
Crafting cardboard signs in front the 114 Walmart
Is that the world we want to live in?
Hell no.
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Just need a beat and we’ll have a Donald Trump Diss Track. Written in response to the bombardment of headlines over the past few weeks.