The Devil is a Politician (Reply to Tom MacDonald) #aimusic

****THIS IS NOT A DISS RAP. I RESPECT WHAT TOM MACDONALD DOES. THIS IS JUST MY VIEW THAT ALL POLITICIANS ARE THE DEVIL, NOT JUST DEMOCRATS****

Lyrics:

[intro]

[spoken]

Sorry, Tommy but...naw...The devil is a politician

[verse]

Dammit man, propaganda lands from the plans demanded and handed in tandem
random
from both stands of the feet of defeated political man...
little lands..lies about little hands...I don't play the hay diddle diddle man,
the play it down the middle man hypocritical man...cynical and

jammed into the scams of the sand man that keeps you sleepin...
flippin and slippin, missin the friction hittin from the fictional right...day and night...
the lies of
the rino gynos that dine with wine-flow vie a lyin and rydin on hyped-foes
till the right roll of dough flows and smokes the whole faux show

don't be like "Aw...NO..."
and develop no rashes just cuz these diseased gashes
get blasted faster than passer ashes
as
they gasp past lapses and askins of the trapped masses that thought they popped that crap badness when they dropped that vote tote in the plastic baskets...
...actin like the gee oh pee go on an pop traction and action...
happ'nen against the democrats to thin the rats, but watch them-hoes retract with the oh so wack act tactics that go and show these Joes throw the same black hat tricks as an actress ho onna mattress zoned and honed by those who show dough the fastest...I throw a vocal fist at a bitch ass lobbyist...and this ain't just no hobby shit...

[2 bar break]

Simps be damned like Lindsey Graham but your jam ain't got no time to level with that
It ain't just the devil that's a democrat so be real and deal with that?

[chorus]

Here's what you're missin in all yer bitchin'
The devil is a politician,
the devil, dev, dev, dev, devil...
is a politician

The devil is a politician
revelin in all division

The greed over need feeds and never seems to miss 'em
cuz the devil is a politician

The....Devil.....is....a.....Politician...

[verse 2]

Right-leanaz see antifa and be sweeta than leave-it-to-beava...
I don't-need-ya

until they seek a street-sweepa and relieve-us from the thieves of antifa
I ain't no beleeva
real
till then friend I fill they deceivas and shooga cookie mans
hidin and rydin offa what they can scam as they camp against the damn boogie man
and
I've been canned and cancelled
that's the whole plan...the slow gan and program of the damn left handed channels
take you outta demand and hand the stand to the clam that damn Stormy Daniels
or simila usually more sinista...one of their hatin' Satan ministas...
Yo
I feel where you go against the rainbow, that's a pain-bro
they way they ho the whole symbow...God's promised pact not to drown us
as those odd pompous jacks use it now to clown us

But what happened to the might of the religious right,
the Christian coalition whose mission was to stand against the damn tripe,
Yeah, those guys,
the faux row that spoke for the Most High
Did they
up and die to let the White trash type fly past and grab that spotlight,
Get off me...
I ain't askin for stodgy cuz I awf'lee resemble that,
but we need a new assemble like that as simple as that
fact
cuz if we ain't standin we're landin in the shit of the bitch democrat
so...keep it level...devil???...we're just as bad as that in this political habitat

[chorus]

Here's what you're missin in all yer bitchin'
The devil is a politician,
the devil, dev, dev, dev, devil...
is a politician

The devil is a politician
revelin in all division

The greed over need feeds and never seems to miss 'em
cuz the devil is a politician

The....Devil.....is....a.....Politician...

[verse 3]

Next see, celebrities...
do their talkin but how you're walkin whachu tryna be,
ain't you tryna find the same quest destiny...
I ain't stressin see, just suggestin' see...
cuz it seems
that's
where ya tryna be with your rappin and dancin'
shoutin now but
doubtful how you'll be money departin' to be startin apartments as your enhancin' your chances for mansions

I hope you ain't like bee ell emm, fakin and rakin it in
to be makin' a place by the lake for the sake of your friends

I doubt that's the case and we're all targets,
left, right, center, ain't no winners in this department,

they start shit, we try to finish
then we're hard hit till we're diminished,

at least that's the name of the game,

and the claim of that fame came not from a democrat but a sinner-brat with a winner-dad in the see eye aaay

the forced forcin' ya, that George dorkin' ya
Double ya
nine eleven punk-in-some...

Mister police state start this, now he's just an old fart artist...

[break]

[spoken]

And I was a damn fan of the man....stupid me...

[chorus]