I have my finger on the pulse
Call me the false prophet
Everything's a fraud
From jesus to Mohammed
If you need a cult
I fault you for your nonsense
History is bought
Then taught as thought it's honest


Like the fly on Killary's face
All I taste is shit
Watching the debates
Like that's what that shit is
But observing the plastic
Under the lights
I can't help but laugh it's
A blunder filled fight
No wonder the right
And left are so different
One is bright white
The other less pigment
This fraud is a business
Where both are employed
Manager minions
Distracting the goy
They both are hemroids
But who is the asshole
If these Richards are toys
Who is the massa
Watching them wrestle's
Like watching paint peel
If you believe that's real
Let's make a deal
You drop and kneel
And pray for a savior
While they continue to steal
Your taste of the flavor
If you're chained in a cave you're
Reality's shadows
You're rhinestone world's made for
Cowboys not cattle


Do you see a battle
Or a play for the dopers
Complete with a paddle
Spanking monkeys sore
I think it's sad I'll
See one of those joker's
As head of the tattle
Tale union of smokers
It's professional poker
Except for one thing
The card players hope for
The government brings
More than a slight sting
When it comes to the prick
Chance left to nothing
You really don't pick
Who are the tricks
Walking the track
Who's going to flip
And decide to attack
How long till you're sick
When only fed crap
Slipping the disk
That keeps coming back
The mouse in the trap
Never quite worked
The cage usually cracked
Or the ball went berserk
But the same type of perps
Who sold you that lie
Are the same type of Jerks
You now hold so high


Surprise
That bitch will win it
But humor my pry
Just for a minute
Who's kid's Chelsea Clinton
She looks very typical
But not like the lesbian
Pretending to be with Bill
And he doesn't fill
The profile picture
Not quite like Danney Will
Once dna blisters
All those aquitters
Denying the obvious
Bill is a mister
Who's not known to be honest
Remember the Promise
I did not have sexual relations with that woman
And then the press conference
Saying that was a good one
Remember this hoodlum
Was in fact impeached
Now you want his puddin
To gave the same speach
These people have leached
Off the blood of the land
Since the days when a breach
In the chain of command
Meant the demand
For heads would roll
With a chump on the stand
We know for whom the bell tolls