This is a song about "W bush"

Wu tang clan the w and the u

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Her bush looked like a mop/

That cellphone that i bought

Lives crucified, facts i provide reagan bush obama lies

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

Where you belong with your family

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Yo, you little niggas better check my french