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An open letter to the fat
Arrogant
Anti-charismatic
National embarrassment
Known as President John Adams (shame)
и т.д.The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league
With Britain in some vast international intrigue?
Bitch, please!
You wouldn't know what I'm doin'
You're always goin' berserk
You never show up to work
Give my regards to Abigail
Next time you write about my lack of moral compass
At least I do my job up in this rumpus (oooh)
That line is behind me
I crossed it again
While the president lost it again
Aw, such a rough life
Better run tell your wife
That the boss is in Boston again
Let me ask you a question. Who sits
At your desk when you're in Massachusetts?
They were calling you a dick back in '76
And you haven't done anything new since
You're a nuisance with no sense
You'll die of irrelevance
Go ahead, you can call me the devil
You aspire to my level
You inspire to malevolence
(Say hi to the Jeffersons!)
And spies all around me
Maybe they can confirm
I don't care if I kill my career with this letter
I'm confining you in one term
Siddown, John, you fat motherfucker!