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Ladies and gentlemen of our nation
Please join me in welcoming
The president of the United States of America
(Oh my fucking god! I love you, mister president!)

Ha, ha, ha, how you guys doing?
(This is the best day of my life!)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Hello, hello
You´re too kind, everybody, you´re too kind
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Aye, turn the microphone up, turn the mic , turn the mic up
Check, Check, aye, you know what the fuck going on, bitch

To be the boss
Yeah, you gotta pay the cost
Put yo´ hands up
Like you gettin´ stopped by the cops
Fuck a Nazi
My choppa hit him right between the eyes
They turn us on each other

It´s your brother you despise
Kanye West can suck my dick until he dies
I´m on a mission to murder corrupt politicians
Nobody wanna listen, too busy arguing vision and dissin´ one another to make a noticeable difference
They wanna get rich, pay the price (Yes sir)
Your tweet got a hunnid thousand likes (Yes sir)
About how we should separate blacks and the whites (Yes sir)
They wanna separate it, we can never fight (Yes sir)

Right, left, right, left, right, yes sir
Got the opposition staring down the pipe (Yes sir)
Tell me, are you maggots and mice? (No sir)
Would you give your life? (Sir, yes sir)

For the billionaire on the yacht? (Yes sir)
For the politician at the top? (Yes sir)
For peace and justice abroad? (No sir)
I am your God! (Sir, yes sir)

Yeah, to be the boss, yeah, you gotta brainwash and torture
Pull up with bombs made of napalm and torch ya
Enforce my laws, with bombs, and kill Communists for startin´ it, I tear ´em apart
Add a star to the flag, you can die if you a fag, or brown colored
I don´t give a fuck about no other than money
It´s always sunny in space, I will escape
If need be, I´ll leave you livin´ in feces, knee deep, bitch
Take from the poor and make the rich more lit
There ain´t no hope for your generation, go slit yo´ wrists

I´ll buy up every single house and produce the food
So if you hungry and sick, you could lick the bricks
We got plenty of funds, for weapons
But none for books, or healthcare
I buy guns
Give praise to the white, blue, and the red
I´m always eatin´ good
That´s why they call me the fed

Let´s get this show on the road