Call the president he's the next new president He a senator from Illinois yeah His criteria compared to John Mccain just isn't fair Cuz he's b-l-a-c- so the eyes are on he Through is pencil he write Legislation with the country on his mind And he don't cope ish Cuz he ain't got time Every second minute hour kkk wanna devour He got guards ready to pop him With their ch ch ch ch choppers Every brother mother sister cousin grandma wanna hump him Even got Hilary Clinton on the side ready to jump him Tell the Clintons naaaaaaaaah Couldn't catch him couldn't stop him They go by the party rules If you can't beat 'em you can't top 'em Thought you'd smack couldn't pop em Delegates couldn't cop 'em Bill Clinton couldn't help her Too bad she couldn't drop him
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Obama goes here, Obama goes there Sayin' yes we can just like Michelle he sittin' in the deriere He travel to Arizona ready to cause some drama Hopin' Mccain don't comment Look at that bastard Obama He's too young he's too hip Negroes always causing problems His pale lookin' face got him lookin' like a goblin McCain McCain please don't vote for McCain First they up in office talkin' bout some heart pain Call the ambulance quick all you hear is sirens His temper isn't private Dang I hate a mad prick Don't you had a mad prick Plus Mccains an old prick Barack's a yonger guy so choose him He's the right pick But if you choose the wrong pick Your step-son will probably end up in Iraq quick
His health care plan is so immaculate So even if you broke you can afford to take a doc trip You'll be feelin' much better not sick And he's ok but his wife's sick And her back's thick and her walk's sick She's a fly chick Might hit
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He's makin history like x, King, and Douglas And rfk Obama he s that new black knew that Red neck said he won't beat john mccain He don't wear a flag and his middle name's Hussein But who gon' be that boy dat dat dat boy they call Obama Got republicans sweatin like they up in saunas Even Mccains 90 somethin' momma He ready to pull his lever every hour And I'd rather eat a field mouse Than to see John Mccain in the White House Vote Obama in and I promise you won't turn back In to some uncle Tom-as No Aunt Jemima or southern fried chicken Call him cheif obama or Mr. keeps on tickin Man pass the riots comment couldn't pass his tally Even Oprah Winfrey said that she was right behind him People I say this country shol' holt without him But he's gotta go out relate to every body He do what he do like give his wife a hug then a fist dap Gotta do that stuff in public so the hood know that he's black Gotta use big words white people love to hear them If they hear it they don't fear him they don't know him but they feel him That's realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
