[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen of our nation

Please join me in welcoming

The president of the United States of America

(Oh my fucking god! I love you, mister president!)

Ha, ha, ha, how you guys doing?

(This is the best day of my life!)

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Hello, hello

You're too kind, everybody, you're too kind

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Ayy, turn the microphone up, turn the mic—, turn the mic up

Check, check, ayy, you know what the fuck going on, bitch

[Verse 1]

To be the boss

Yeah, you gotta pay the cost

Put yo' hands up

Like you gettin' stopped by thе cops

Fuck a Nazi

My choppa hit him right between the eyеs

They turn us on each other

It's your brother you despise

Kanye West can suck my dick until he dies

I'm on a mission to murder corrupt politicians

Nobody wanna listen, too busy arguing vision and dissin' one another to make a noticeable difference

They wanna get rich, pay the price (Yes sir)

Your tweet got a hunnid thousand likes (Yes sir)

About how we should separate blacks and the whites (Yes sir)

They wanna separate it, we can never fight (Yes sir)

[Bridge]

Right, left, right, left, right, yes sir

Got the opposition staring down the pipe (Yes sir)

Tell me, are you maggots and mice? (No sir)

Would you give your life? (Sir, yes sir)

For the billionaire on the yacht? (Yes sir)

For the politician at the top? (Yes sir)

For peace and justice abroad? (No sir)

I am your God! (Sir, yes sir)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, to be the boss, yeah, you gotta brainwash and torture

Pull up with bombs made of napalm and torch ya

Enforce my laws, with bombs, and kill Communists for startin' it, I tear 'em apart

Add a star to the flag, you can die if you a fag, or brown colored

I don't give a fuck about no other than money

It's always sunny in space, I will escape

If need be, I'll leave you livin' in feces, knee deep, bitch

Take from the poor and make the rich more lit

There ain't no hope for your generation, go slit yo' wrists

I'll buy up every single house and produce the food

So, if you hungry and sick, you could lick the bricks

We got plenty of funds for weapons

But none for books, or healthcare

I buy guns

Give praise to the white, blue and the red

I'm always eatin' good, that's why they call me, "The fed"

[Outro]

Let's get this show on the road