John McCain

[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Who is he really, William or Billy, Mr. Africa
Bodega in Philly, knocking a milli outside [?] with Gilli-
Cuddy, sock, chilly, cold vein take that to heart cryogenic
Save his brain, he so smart, two brothers one arrow play
We making hits but you just play your part
Clap when it goes over your head
Nothing to loose but your chains
The great dame sitting in cars, waiting in the rain
Reality is pretty mundane but it’s no problem
For me to sell you a song, take you home, meet my moms
[?] I soon noticed you don’t see my dad’s picture
The rabbi in the gollum, Sampson between two Philistine column
Everyday I’m hustling Joseph Stalin, paradise for workers
For markets value means that they jerk ya in vice versa
Reverse the price they might hurt ya
Let me buy your wife the white burqa

[Verse 2: Priviledge]
Lonely winter, cold shiver, so frigid
My whole intention, so lurid, so livid
My pole position [?] dome splitters
Swords pretentious, stay wishing, we winning
He sure to mention they fishing, we swimming
Boy ring the alarm, we get it, kids kill it, flip it
Quick like whippings, still spilling, so sipping
Dissing the dissonance that distances
Closer than Irish fist to pints of Guinnesses
But James Joyce penmanship in Dublin [?]
Finna get a rope to a portrait of a artist
As a man so young, that’s a hard plan
Could tell you firsthand though son
Disagreeing though I see why
Bullets with butterfly wings still fly
The pope of Greenwich Village and a hell of a guy
These meddling rap bastards cleverly know why now
[?] whiskey wild out, nightly [?] boy that’s so hyphy
Got a text from Madam [?] exchanging rough drafts
A couple fuse tracks, I said thanks and threw hers in a pile
With the rest of the trash