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Here comes President Kill again, 
Surrounded by all of his killing men. 
Telling us who, why, where and when, 
President Kill wants killing again.
the president's been shot
And he may be dead or dying

Talking stopped, someone shouted, what
I ran out to the street
People were gathered everywhere saying
Buildings 
Collapse 
In the distance 
Behind you 

But I'm hypnotized 
By your quivering voice 
Your fluttering eyes 
That I don't see them
The president got caught getting head 
So soon some people will be dead 
Iraqi bodies scattered around 
By the cluster bombs that land in their
Dead presidents. Bleeding America blue.
Side by side. One by one.
Your right hand man is sharpening his knives.
Dead presidents. Shocking you with
Rock on
Roc-A-Fella why'all

[Chorus]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me [Repeat: x2]
I'm out for Dead
"Get money!"
"I'm out for dead *f***in* presidents to represent me (Whose)"

Rock, on, Roc-A-Fella y'all
The saga continues

Ahh, who wanna bet us
"Get money!"
"I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)"

Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all
The saga continues

Ah, who wanna bet us
you get inside 
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car 
The engine runs on glue and tar 
Come on along, not goin' very far 
To the East to meet
you get inside 
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car 
The engine runs on glue and tar 
Come on along, not goin' very far 
To the East to meet
you get inside 
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car 
The engine runs on glue and tar 
Come on along, not goin' very far 
To the East to meet
of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing 'till you get inside

Dead president's
Dead president fuck the president 
Manson's strive for power 
While I work to save my residents 
He owns you even though he never told you 
Mark
the people a new drug

Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in America
Off the block and right in your area
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
and medicine
Dead wrong and live in America
Off the block and right in your area
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
HA HA
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong
and
Sit upon the overlook then
Forget about the troubles of the day

We will walk among the graves of
Men long dead with presidents' names and
Listen
This is breaking news
It appears that Air Force One was shot down
Somewhere over the Middle East this morning
By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists,
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead

I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead

I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
(Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead)

I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
and the city on my back
Grindin', you know where you can find me dead
President's homie cash, rule everything around me

I came from the bottom
threats, blastin' continents
Kings, queens dead presidents
Can't tell me where my chiza went.
Take em down blow the house down blaw
The evils got you
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
Combining the creative efforts that focused on the assassination attempts made upon all presidents - past and future - with the main ideals
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Whussup Murs
[Murs]
Ah nothing man you know just doing a little underground shit 
whatever you know selling these tapes broke ass fuck  
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