We got control of da Gubba-mint, Wuss…
To get anyting ya gotta go tru us.
Don Don Trumpatini is now in charge,
And only he can say what tings is large.
Da judges is all appointed by da Don.
So what’s legal is up ta him.
Don Don Trumpatini, I mean,
Can kill ya on any ol’ whim.
If youse sez he can’t do jest any old ting,
And get away wit it under the law,
Then ol’ Capo Bill Barr will bring on de dogs,
And dey will be eating ya raw.
And don’t tink of not payin’ yer taxes,
Like all of da rich people do,
Cuz they has da money fer axes,
And can chop up especially you.
“De Dems tink dat dey can remove me,” says Don.
“Jes cuz I’ve committed some crimes.
“But as Prexy, I’ve made de crimes legal.
“So, Stoopid, youse get wit da times.”
And Moscow Mitch has his big ol’ back-side,
And Kanye is in his dark corner.
So dat leaves yas with no place to hide.
Cuz Hells’ gettin’ whole lots o’ warmer.