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MAGA - TRUMP - MANY MEN
created Oct 31st, 08:17 by harukasatou
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Many men, like all the men
Wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
The President is what I'm destined to be
But democrats tryna take my life away
Put a hole in my ear now you gon' see
Put a call in to all my security
Better watch how you talk
When you talk about me
'cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, that's a lot of men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death on me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
These pussy democrats puttin' money on my head
Go get your refund, motherfucker, 'cause I ain't dead
I'm the orange in the fruit bowl that ain't been found
I'm the Republican King and I ain't been crowned
When I rally, somethin' special happens every time
I'm the greatest, somethin' like America in its prime
I rep the concrete jungle, I ain't never been humble
Fist raised high, 'cause I stay ready to rumble
Got a temper, Joe, go ahead, lose your head
I'm crazy, I'll grab Kamala between her legs
I walk around, cap on my head, chip on my shoulder
'til I've won this Presidential Race, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death on me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
The President is what I'm destined to be
But democrats tryna take my life away
Put a hole in my ear now you gon' see
Put a call in to all my security
Better watch how you talk
When you talk about me
'cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, that's a lot of men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death on me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
These pussy democrats puttin' money on my head
Go get your refund, motherfucker, 'cause I ain't dead
I'm the orange in the fruit bowl that ain't been found
I'm the Republican King and I ain't been crowned
When I rally, somethin' special happens every time
I'm the greatest, somethin' like America in its prime
I rep the concrete jungle, I ain't never been humble
Fist raised high, 'cause I stay ready to rumble
Got a temper, Joe, go ahead, lose your head
I'm crazy, I'll grab Kamala between her legs
I walk around, cap on my head, chip on my shoulder
'til I've won this Presidential Race, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death on me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
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