Aakimbo - FDJT (feat. DJ Trump) (Official Audio)

Описание: https://aakimbo.bandcamp.com/

Lyrics:

(Aye) It's T-minus three days 'til the election.
Donald John without his "T" is a rump, and I'm bettin'
D-J-T has a fuckin' stump for an erection.
Or maybe it slump to the right like the wrong direction (Aye).

Vance is a creep who fucks his couch (Ooh, that's raw).
"J" and "D" means "Junior Dick," like the cock of a mouse (Ho-ho)!
He's a hill William, still got his mind in the south.
No matter what he says, I'll always have my doubts.

Our nation is sore-uh,
You can restore 'em.
Donald, you goofy ass fuck.
No decorum.
FBI knocks at your Dora, explorin'
in Mar-a-lago, documents, they ain't sorted.
Classified files, you hoarded 'em.
Got an indictment, that justice obstructed.
Jail? Not a sight spent despite you got busted.
That hooker said you and your dick are reductionists.

This the land of opportunity. Think that you got presidential immunity?
How 'bout we throw hands, you runt? It's just you and me.
Teach you a lesson. Class is in session. You truant, see?
Absent-minded in geometry, can't even see all that blatant congruency
between your cock and the prick of an infant.
Dick of Mickey got you beat, bitch, you impotent.

Your dick is a Marvel, it's comically small.
Your cock like an atom, electronics for balls.
Antman went down to the Quantum Dimension.
He came back and said that there's nothin' to mention.
What is your Endgame? Put a fuckin' quark in it, all the same.
I am destiny, and I arrive to proclaim, "Your dick is subatomic."
Not on this plane. Another domain.

Project 2025 ain't a dream.
Authoritarian regime. Makin' a president king.
Against you unless you align with his team.
Make his decrees the supreme. A Christian autocracy.
Bigotry. Don't wait and see! This shit like Birdbox in 2018:
The blind lead the blind, his followers fallin' in line.
Oh, my!
I don't know why!
If he wins I just might have to go fly.
An' we ain't talkin' 'bout kites.
United Airlines; economy flights.
Flee to Paris, ze city of lights!
Oui, oui, c'est la vie, mon ami, such is life.
Picture dystopian nightmares, but then multiply.
Makin' Americans gag on these lies.

You got charged with 34 counts!
You guilty beyond a jury's idea of any reasonable doubt!
The jury was summoned; then they let out.
No they ain't hung; they just like Trump (Small dick)!
Came to a verdict: "convicted," you heard it, felonious criminal scum (Bitch)!

Sent your grunts to the capitol.
Rioted, got right inside of it.
Haltin' elections. No certifyin' it.
"Where is Pelosi?"
That's what they cryin' when
grabbin' they ropes, them knots they be tyin' them.
Hangin' Mike Pence at the gallows outside of it.
Knock off your cryin' fits. Stop all your whinin', bitch.
Overturnin' all the votes to try and win.
Waste of ejaculate from Dad's leviathan.

Donald Trump wins the presidency! The business tycoon-
Aw, fuck! This whole diss track is pointless now.
Unless...

Donald, please forgive me that I leaned to the left.
I'll change my tune real quick, and I'll don your crest!
Put my toupe on to pay the dire debt of my treason.
For the rest of my life, it's Trump season.

I'm a mega MAGA motherfuckin' superfan, sir (I love him)!
If you call to chew me out, I'll gladly fuckin' answer.
I'll back your motherfuckin' Project. This in the year of lord: '25.
Fuck science, bodily autonomy, give my conscience a lobotomy,
build a wall 'round our economy,
ravage our debt like it's sodomy.
I will go to any length!
Shrink to the size of a particle
just to get down on my knees and then give you some brain.
Yeah, the Republican party's cool,
Fix it so in four years, we won't have to vote again.
Stick to your ship like a barnacle.
Weather the storm and the rain.
This is your reign.
You pullin' the reins!