So drop the slam and lets get sick
Donald trump, i sigh, your fired quick
Your mind's boggled but i'm as deep as donald goines novels
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
Coz the money of is in the hands of the president
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent
Look past average people like donald trump
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.
Rising through the ranks just like the president
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
That our over protective president
Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend
I am president carter
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
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