Mr. President Lyrics

Dust in the wind ash burning my lungs

Asking step-mommy where babies come from

Stupid dumb slut imma fill your eardrum

Pyroclastic orgasm my cum

My manifesto this is

Blatant innuendo, I like

I like sex

I like drugs

Grab you by the asshole

I like guns

Rape a fucking village cuz they not like us

Got three eyes but they got no nuts

Fuck a stupid city but the job ain't done

We ain't pulling out cuz that ain't no fun

We some villains take you to my island

Think you doing shit cuz you flying private

Hard to tell we sleeping baby, we ain't got no eyelids

Never knew that you was sitting pretty next to clients

I might say I love you but I'm lying (I'm lying)

Ask me what I'm doing, bitch I'm minding my business

Never was the brightest so you asking what is this

Fuck your existence lick this limp biscuit

Saying you moving weight but you couldn't lift a Triscuit

Slicking back my hair doing hoes like Scott Disick

Imma tell you bitches what it is when it isn't

Then empty out your pockets 'fore I take you all to prison

Bitch I got the world in my hand you didn't notice

Thought your ass was cute but you really didn't know shit

On the internet telling people that you voted

But you been up to hoe shit, the world is still hopeless

Tryna eat right but your belly still bloated

Hard to raise a baby riding on this locomotive

Can't walk straight when your rails all broken

Can't quit now cuz the pipe is still smoking

You can pray to God if you want to

Believe what you hear cuz I'm not finna argue

If you want a book and a blanket, then I got you

See you all in hell or where the fuck they flew Pac to

I'm just burning my lungs

Finna drill a hole in your fucking eardrums

Let 'em die slow mean we never fear none

Cut it with the ether only time I tear up

You'd be hard-pressed to find a spirit near us

Lighting up a wood only time I cheer up

Hollow and empty just like my beer cup

This is what I get for tryna go clear, fuck