Smack to the mat to the rat-a-tat-tat
Machine-gun fire and a baseball bat
Be red or be dead to the democrat
A note that to vote is the real combat
Hail to the thief is the pale motif
Half of the blokes still in disbelief
My word that I heard of the green tea leaf
My brain can’t contain any high relief
My news that I choose for my bigotry
The facts lost in noise and futility
A kind for my mind in hostility
All for my toxic masculinity
Your facts are just acts are the real death tax
Another right-hand grab of my own greenbacks
Pit the whites and the rights and the browns and the blacks
Entertained by it all on your home Imax
Is it left is it right is it day or night
Are the facts in line and the lies air tight
No grey don’t stray from the black and the white
Make it tight make it light make it one sound byte
Rage if you can pace the cage madman
Strike while you got their attention span
You lose if your news is Afghanistan
Distract from the fact of the master plan.
The campaign: entertain it’s the true diversion
My thoughts only come in the King James version
The goal is the soul for the pure conversion
Everything else is just sick perversion
You can try, you can cry, you can pacify
But this music to me is my big war cry
Ignore uproar turn your true blind eye
But our voice amplify and intensify
Hide what you lied in your off-shore account
No taxes for you, a five-finger discount
No remorse no recourse for the body-count
Set the stage and the rage for another recount
Pander and slander then gerrymander
Thinks of himself as the big commander
Like the king in the ring or the Great Alexander
But a smolder behind like a salamander
