There's an exclusive list of voters I've heard you pooled to a crew
And I know you're the leader because they all were blew by you
And it's close to Halloween so your timing is plotted
To fit your costume so it matches when you climb out of the closet
You're appearing irrelevant.... currently, all I hear are embellishments
Your history's more forced and crooked than the Syrian president
You're wife's in love with PiE, crumbs and nuts in her eyes, she's horny for those
But to avoid kissing you, she'd rather eat the thorns of that rose
You get no love in your house, you're punched in the mouth whenever company's around
Just taking abuse and this match creates deja vu of how you're punished in house
And Fuck Yo Couch!!... my boots do engravings with manure flake shavings
Turning your blue bayou into a sewer like all your newest creations
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