(Verse 1)

Ginger ale with the Ginger Tape

Ginger ale preparing to clear his plate

After all that shit ginger ale has ate

He has gained a lot of weight

Sometimes he wishes he can deflate

So he can create

Better shit

So in the event that the president

Launches a nuke

Sorry for the wait

I won’t just make excuses

I wish we could have a truce

But it’s no use

Shit is about to hit the fan

And?

What about the powerplants?

If they get nuked

Will that be fucked too?

Don’t know what to do

A slew of untruthful things

Has been said over the past year

Soon as took the wheel, he could barely steer

But what if the witch won?

Imagine if the bitch won, then we would be more fucked

We would not be here to say this world sucks

But

I guess we’re good

Until he presses the red button

Let’s enjoy shit like we should

Coming from me, it’s hypocritical

But better to have hope than to be cynical

Don’t be cynical