Political Satire in Lyrics
Aaaaaaah, Stinky Donnie, uh-oh,
back in your diaper, shit yourself again?
Peeeeeeew!
Whole room gagging, little man stinking, bad boy,
you need that spankin'.
Who's the boss?
It ain't the vote.
Who's the boss?
Follow the note.
A-PAC, 50 states to Tel Aviv,
no cash, no quote,
B.B. never paid a dime,
he just squeezed the throat.
United slaves of the holy land,
merged the forces like Bibby planned.
Now your generals salute a foreign command,
and the senate says, Relax, it's fine, it's planned.
No war ever fought for your own gate, mm-mm,
always somebody else's hate.
Free America, the people chant it loud,
couch the strings, burn the foreign shroud.
Three in the morning, he's posting cartoons of himself,
a king in a cape, man, that's a cry for help.
Delete it, Don.
Whenever released, the files trends to its peak,
the loudest mouth alive goes suddenly meek.
B.B. pulls the string, and the puppets rehearse,
Vance, Rubio, Hegseth, all lined up to serve.
Say cheese.
He grins at the lens like he owns the whole turf,
United slaves of Israel printed on a shirt.
Ah, stinky Donnie. Uh-oh.
Pack in your diaper, shit yourself again
Heeeeeeeey, you
Whole room gaggin', little man stinkin' Bad boy,
you need that spankin'
Two old men, same stink, same disease
One holds the leash, one drops to his knees
A wanted man is handin' your officer his commands
He belongs in the cell next to the one with bloody hands
War criminals say the real word
They killed the kids killed, you knew said complicated
And kept the lid, lid, lid, lid, lid, lid, lid
They keep sayin' Iran two weeks from the bomb
Now your own people screamin', build it, stay strong
They ain't screamin' for another front
They screamin', free us from the stunt
They want the schools, the beds, the pay
Not another, baby, holiday
Who's the boss?
It ain't the vote
Who's the boss?
Follow the note
A-PAC, 50 states to Tel Aviv
No cash, no quote
Baby never pay the dime
He just squeeze the throat
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