Check that shit.
now everybody from the 3-1-3
put ya mother fuckin’ hands up and follow me
everybody from the 3-1-3
put ya mother fuckin’ hands up
Look, Look,
now as W stands tough notice
makes like Casper when his script’s not posted
freestylin’ gets him all gassed up
awww who’s afraid a the big bad audience
1,2,3, and to the 4
1pac 2pac 3pac 4
4pac 3pac 2pac 1
my pac, his pac, then there was none.
this guy’s no mother fuckin’ prez
he told every lie that gets these people dead
he is whack
he is a fuckin’ bum
his rich white handlers built that ranch he plays on
and from the looks a it, he is sleepin’ with his mum
his jerk-off boss is named dick
and he lies even crazier than him
they’d be in jail if it wasn’t for chumps
and i’m still standing here screaming what the fuck
now how dare this rich boy judge me
he got more breaks than JFK in Chicago
i know sumthin’ ’bout Bubba U
his daddy got his dumb ass inta’ my ivy league school
connections kept his partyin’ ass outta their war
he ran a business, yeah, right into the sewer
his insider trading is why he still scored
Wa wa wanker
yo
what’s a’matta dawg you embarrassed
guy’s a pimp for the military-industrial complex
duh-duh W owes it all to the family
remember poppy he’s the george who raised your taxes
yo stoopid, can you spell A-M-T?– didn’t think so
this guy knows nothin’ about battle
he’s an addict and he ain’t about admittin’ it
there’s no such thing as halfway crooks
but don’t ask Rush
he’s scared a losin’ his fuckin’ checkbook
fuck a beat i go acapella,
fuck this chimp,
fuck Karl Rove,
fuck the sheep who follow ’em
fuck this race i don’t wanna win
i’m outty
here,
tell these people something they don’t know about me.
(My apologies to Eminem)
Peace-out…