Rap on the Don
Said Don to the Sond, quid to the quo,
Get press on Joe, to get past go!
Say it out loud, on a TV show!
Rudy’s got the words, he’ll lay it down low.
Now I’ve got the cash, I make the deal,
May not be legal, just say, “It ain’t real!”
Three fingers up, tiny pinky surreal,
Y’all know by now, I got the spiel.
So when they come, some to accuse,
“Shifty Dems,” I say—slander and abuse.
‘Cause I have…what I want, an’ who I…aim to use.
A trick I turn, like a Russian ruse.
Some say, it ain’t hip or even cool,
But my Repub mules, just a damn tool.
Ha! Say it again, I took ‘em to school.
Just look ‘round bitch, you be the fool.
See Egghead there, wantin’ to please,
Show him the dope, I need ‘im to squeeze.
‘This for a that,’ it’s such breeze
These jokers ‘round me, ain’t nothin’ but sleaze.
Ya too, cone-head follower,
A yeller, bedwetter, just give me a holler.
I like white-pasty folk and a ‘some people sayer,’
Jumpin’ like billy goats, my kinda player.
I use ‘em all, ‘cause I’m the Twitter-man.
Do as I say: lick the boot, kick the can.
Don’t care what you think, just be my fan.
Kiss my red tie, be part of the Klan.