Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying
Obama osama no difference, both a phone tapper
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie
Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch
Nawh bitch obama can suck a dick my views on life will never get me rich
But yet bankrupt like barrack obama
Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre
Like obama cept what i say is all real
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
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