PRESIDENT (George Washington Rap...

PRESIDENT - Yung George

 

(George Washington Rapping Parody)

 

Set in April 30, 1789, the day George Washington was elected as president

 

Intro:

Back Then, bitch

It’s Yung George in the house

Chorus: (Start of beat)

Bow down to your leader, bitches, yeah, I’m the fuckin’ president.

They said us Americans were supposed to be equals, but I’m the landlord and you’re just a fucking resident.

Say you’re on my level, you’re an illiterate fuck and it’s evident.

They say it’s not supposed to be one man with all the power, but yet I run a whole-ass regiment.

Verse (0:17):

Yeah, fuck bitches, it’s big George and I got a strap.

You motherfuckers will never sniff my level, yeah, it’s called facts.

Let me tell y’all something, I have dignity, something y’all fuckers lack.

Y’all say I’m beggin’ for death, well my Magnum will nail your coffin, no worries, I got the tack.

Y’all fuckers thought you could erase my name, bitches, y’all are not Wite-Out.

Besides, me and my shottas don’t play no games, mothafucka, this ain’t Wipeout.

Then once the job is done, we sniff out the remains like bloodhounds, call me a Clorox wipe the way these fuckers gettin’ wiped down.

Henry Clinton never could say “I’m wise now”, while he was wastin’ his life away on League of Legends, I took his bitch for a night out.

She was screamin’ my name like a fuckin’ siren, watch that Henry Clinton bozo say, “Whatever makes you happy, honey.”

Fuckin’ cuck, but I don’t really think he cares, ‘cause Cornwallis is his real fuck-buddy.

I put that belt to his ass in the Revolutionary War, and yeah, shit was bloody.

Me and the bois went out to celebrate with some tequila and lean, shit was bubbly.

While King Georgie be slimin’ out randos for hurting his feelings, I’m out here runnin’ an actual functioning government.

King Georgie did Ctrl C and Ctrl V on me, but my shit so amazing, I left the French in wonderment.

He tried me, I told that mothafucka I knew where he lived, dropped the addy and his face went colourless.

But I will say, a stripper don’t really count as a mother figure, so aside from fatherless, safe to say he also motherless.

Chorus(1:45):

Bow down to your leader, bitches, yeah, I’m the fuckin’ president.

They said us Americans were supposed to be equals, but I’m the landlord and you’re just a fucking resident.

Say you’re on my level, you’re an illiterate fuck and it’s evident.

They say it’s not supposed to be one man with all the power, but yet I run a whole-ass regiment.

Bow down to your leader, bitches, yeah, I’m the fuckin’ president.

They said us Americans were supposed to be equals, but I’m the landlord and you’re just a fucking resident.

Say you’re on my level, you’re an illiterate fuck and it’s evident.

They say it’s not supposed to be one man with all the power, but yet I run a whole-ass regiment.

Outro(2:21):

Back-Then-Recordz, bitch, haha

Yeah, Yung George out, peace, fuckers

(Outro ends at 2:37)