Verse I work as a ventriloquist, Growl out of the side of my mouth. I not only look evil, I'm pissed At what the North did to the South. I make sure my dummy preaches That oil companies need lots more dough, So each war we make features HumVee drivers with gas dough to blow. Refrain Nonsense? No chance. Why won't folks back us? His silly grin or my frown? Nonsense? No chance. Who'd dare attack us While Bushie has me aroun'? Anytime I hear crumb bums Complain that we've stepped on their toes, My pacemaker nearly succombs And I need a quick change of clothes. Why do some think It was ground zero That gave our genius a chance? All that it took was Scalia And a timely Diebold happenstance.
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