If you want to be nice, you could vote for me twice
\nwhile I work out my kill-the-mail scheme.
\nI’m the nightmare the hippies saw coming,
\nthe anti-Amerikan dream.
\nI’ll blow up all racial pretensions
\nand continue to subvert the law.
\nWith my planeload of dark thugs inventions,
\nI can drop the fake newsmaker’s\u00a0jaw.
\nI’ll constantly name drop ANTIFA,
\nmake suburbs sense fear in the night.
\nI’ll kick things around more than FIFA.
\nTwo lies make a wrong thing seem right.
\nI’ll spur on my good boys with long guns
\nto keep any protest in hand,
\ntell my police whenever a perp runs,
\nhe’s got to know that’s his last stand.
\nI’m turning all purloined mail cases
\ninto immigrant child B & B’s.
\nFirst we must spray mace in their faces,
\nto make sure that they don’t have fleas.
\nAll disappeared looters in Dem towns
\nwill not be found on voter rolls.
\nWe’ve long ago disposed of those clowns.
\nThey’ve\u00a0 been sold as fishermen’s trolls.
\nI can’t wait to get back at congress.
\nIn my second term they will die.
\nI will torture the ones who were wrongest,
\nand record, like George Floyd, when they cry.
\nFor those who think I’ll be outvoted,
\nI guess you don’t know me too well.
\nYou will be from life rolls demoted
\nand sentenced to non-random hell.
\n(CHORUS)
\nMy next inauguration will be the best, of course.
\nAny citizen not there risks Homeland Defense Force.
\nThey’ll be bred as worker bees and caged next to the Wall.
\nI can’t believe you peasants didn’t sense this in the fall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If you want to be nice, you could vote for me twice while I work out my kill-the-mail scheme. I’m the nightmare the hippies saw coming, the anti-Amerikan dream. I’ll blow up all racial pretensions and continue to subvert the law. With my planeload of dark thugs inventions, I can drop the fake newsmaker’s\u00a0jaw. 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