Friday, April 9, 2010

Oh King Obama



Oh Mr. Obama you sir are my king
Your lies, and rhetoric make our ears ring
Repubs and dems you hate us all equal
Your first term is scary, i'm terrified of a sequel
You have the brain of an ant, the iq of the mound
The President has no clothes! Only a crown!
I have no more money, his hands in my pocket
He's trashed all our nukes, and dismantled our rockets
Kissing butts of al queda, and the hands of saudi's
He say's "Go Green" and peels out in Gores Audi
He says he loves baseball just to appease ya
Ask him to name a player, he gets instant amnesia
He'd rather sip beer, and play HORSE on his court
The man lies for a living, and fleeces the middle class for sport
"Oh Chi town, oh chi town as gangster as can be
That boy Al Capone ain't got nothin' on me"