Y'all Trumpers deal with emotions like bytches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your vote for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, politics is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make speeches to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88, you was getting bankrupted out your building
Calling my office and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the Senator
Wearing chains, no campaigns, no cash, no donor
No Saudi grifting, no top secret docs, no case
Just Home Alone scenes, getting loans from Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a p*ssy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you seventy-six in a golf class
You PGA hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick knowledge?
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shyt you need to learn though
That ether, that shyt that make your soul burn slow
Is Pence Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Roy Cohn died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to model your company after?
Put it together, I rock votes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Delaware's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from the Secret Service, fellas
Melania got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Obama you wack
And your man lied to the Feds and made you take the blame
You ass, went from clubs to hanging with Cohen, to Stone, to Bannon
And, Pelosi murdered you on your own shyt
You a dikk-riding fakkit, you love the attention
Scranton nikkas run you nikkas, ask Dunder-Mifflin
Ha, D-J-T get gunned up and clapped quick
MAGAtards get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn compound gunned up and clapped quick
The Donald to MAGA, damn you on Reagan's dikk
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Ronnie's lines is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shyt, apologize, nikka, just ask Merrick