P.O.T.U.S.

[Intro: The Old People From Trap Grannies]
Yeah!

[Pre-Verse: Kanye West]
George Bush doesn’t care about black people

[Verse 1: Jackson (as Lil Abe Lincoln)]
Yuh!
6’4’’, I’m a tall boy, bitch
Got hair on my head but you know I rep Whig
(What you think about slavery?) Fuck that shit!
(Did you end it?) Man, you know I did!
Cuz I’m number 16, 1-6, 16
So worthy might paint me in the Sistine
Stay strapped, keep it under my hat
I was leadin’ troops while ya sit on ya ass
I was passin’ boof in the back of the booth
And got shot in the head by John Wilkes Booth, ay
I’m a president, I set a fuckin’ precedent
You might be in the White House but you know you just a resident
What other P-O-T-U-S slayed zombies with a motherfuckin’ axe?
Catch me on ya five dollar bill. And ya penny, bitch

[Verse 2: Graham (as Dicky Nix)]
(I’ll act like my cock is massive)
Richard Nixon tryna fit my tricky dick in
And coulda followed through with it if I hadn’t gone to prison
Syke!
I got out, and you know I’d go again
Son, they praised me like a god, so can I get an amen?
Been straight since ’68
There’s no need to arbitrate cuz I’m the master of debate
Me and Agnew startin’ wars, lower classes hold the weight
Only thing I’m guilty of is opening your bitch’s watergate
Bringin’ fire, like I’m the bomb
And the thousand others like it that I used to carpet ‘Nam
Cuz I brought the boys home, I kept their bitches company
Now I’mma beat your ass like your name is Hubert Humphrey
Pretty kick-ass, radical right wing
Tried impressing libtards but I never did the right thing
They thought I hated blacks, they said I hated Jews
The only race I ended was the race to the Moon!

[Interlude: Kanye West]
Oh shoot, it’s George Bush

[Verse 3: Will (as Ill Georgy B.)]
My VP’s name was Dick, now that’s funny
Catch me after one term, still running
Right wing Elephant, these other guys irrelevant
Watch your step, cuz that’s Cheney’s shit you’re steppin’ in
Twice I was the pres, 8 years, I’m the best
No fear, not stressed, big ears, you know the rest
Keep it clean, no mess, when I’m dealin’ with the press
While I’m busy reading children’s books, my nation’s in distress!
Pres of the millennia, that’s right
Pres for 9/11, I’m that guy
Pres for Katrina and portrayed in the media
As someone who doesn’t like black rights
Keep on dodgin’ shoes, left and right, like my DUI’s
Now I’m blowing up this beat like I’m a fly Arab guy

[Outro: Will (as Ill Georgy B)]
Ha, get it
Like 9/11
Some you just do for yourself
He, hehehe, 9/11