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Edward Juan Lynum
Edward Juan Lynum
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Anno Domini Nation
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Get secret service in here, the President's having convulsions or a seizure or something All agents, code black, Marine 1 emergency Walter Reed transport for POTUS Get the white house medic to the oval office, now, hurry Doctor, what's happened to him OMG, looks like a self-induced brain disorder, caused by his ill-advised Prophylactic cocktail of hydroxychloroquine and bleach while sniffing glue Quick, throw him on the gurney, let's go Yea yea yea yea Donald's Trump's a sicko Yea yea yea yea In Spanish, he's el tonto Yea yea, yea, yea Throw him face first out the door Yea yea, yea yea Good riddings, you ain't no more For sure, Donald J. Trump's a sicko In Florida, U.S. Senators, Rick Scott and Marco Rubio are his bimbos Underwater, drowning, 20,000 leagues under the sea Playing sharks and minnows With their brown noses, en Espanol, son tontos, yea Now here goes Florida Governor DeSantis Short-man syndrome, press conferences Standing on his stool and his tippy toes Grow a pair, here's some of my pubic hair Like you, when it comes to COVID-19, I don't care Spit in your face, chemical warfare, because Jamak Ali said You I double dare and when I shoot, I don't miss You're Florida's quarterback and I'm on offense and defense Offsides, I'm calling a blitz Running at you head first and I ain't going to miss A sack, yea I'm fast like that, runaway, like a free slave While you getting high on your Tallahassee crack I burn your reputation, break through it, like it's plexiglass From me, you ain't never getting a pass You're two fifths of a man, so, you ain't even half In the governor's mansion, you're my chief of staff Long neck, mascot, when you tan, you look like Toys R Us, Geoffrey the Giraffe Don't take my word for it, just ask You already look like you're wearing a coronavirus mask Sicko on a ventilator, die, and we ain't flying the state flag at half-staff Cremate your ass, with the rocket fire from my launching pad Cause you turned the governor's mansion into white supremacist white trash On my white horse Pegasus, in the name of my Lord God, like a cockroach, you I smash You already heard my track The Dash, sneak pass your security at night Plant a bomb, Fourth of July fireworks, it's a blast Alpha and omega, for my God, I'm first and last Light a fart, blow them all away with my nitrous oxide gas I'm shameless, lewd and lascivious, naked Now your wife knows what a man really is And that's the truth, not a diss Me, she likes to French kiss it, lollipop lick it Strip club, she's tricking, and I'm the one pimping Cause y'all four pagans are a national disgrace Against my God and Jesus Christ condoning hate Shut-up you don't get to speak at my debate I'm pro bono so that means I'm kicking your stank butts without compensation or pay Make your financial report say in-kind contribution Piss mace in your face Against God's spirit of truth, dumb lying niggaz, you all I castrate One less exam that's prostate Mark your calendar cause it's a future blind date One you ain't going to escape Sick pedophiles in my line for a sodomize and broomstick dilate Rape, yea Dr. JD, I'm a union soldier slicing and dicing you confederates Cause I'm a poacher Get to close like UFC I choke hold you, strangulate, suffocate Tap you out then add you to my attrition rate Code of Hammurabi call your sentencing a reciprocate Conqueror of Greece, Egypt, and Persia Dr. JD's Alexander the Great The king now after your incompetent desecrate I pray, repent, then with the holy spirit I calibrate God's mysteries with Pentecost, percolate!
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