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Lies Lies Lies (Bill Horwitz) · Sweets for My Sweet/Sweet Sweet Soul (The Sweet Inspirations) · Sweet Sweet Sweet Music (Jahyute Revolution) · Sweet Talk & Good Lies (Heather Myles) · Sweet Talk & Good Lies (Heather Myles) · Sweet Lies (Wilkinson) · Let's Make Obama President (Frankie Smith) · The Very Thought of You [President] (Al Bowlly) · Snoop for President (DJ Whoo Kid) · The Best of the Black President (Fela Kuti) – and 90 other albums »


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Hey Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President

Caviar on summer sunrise
I feel so good by his side
Want
Mr President, you don't know my name, 
 But you could find it if you really cared, 
 Because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, 
 All I ask for in
the fuse

Mr. Pig Man, you are nothing
Nothing, sealed behind your badge
Always snorting out lies and deceits
Pawned away, pawned away to your boring society
you but not your bombs...

Welcome here Americans
We love you but not your bombs
And not your lies
You're welcome here!

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Oh! Mr. Disney where are
knives in his back
Every time he opens up
You say "He gotta be strong if wou want to be a man"
Mr. I don't know how you can have
Sweet dreams
Sweet
Dear Mr. President
the world has gone astray
brothers are dying
they won't live to see today
was it all worth it
you had to lie to get your way
the times it, and multiply by six

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Queda through my speech
Let the president
drivin' fool to Detomaso the night away
Detomaso a ride away

[CHORUS]
I see those ivory lies in sweet Rosita's eyes
Gonna leave them both behind when
a coming
They're getting in for one free bite
I was taken by surprise
By the glint in the eyes of a sweet campaign
Smelling strongly of lies
You're
the times it, and multiply by six

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Queda through my speech
Let the president
this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr
[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land
the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin'
If you’ve got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face

I have the honor to be your obedient servant
A-dot-Burr
Mr. Vice President
I
and the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials and all the lies you done sworn

How you gon' keep the man, old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
When your whole
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the Half Ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin'
you're blind of the wicked ways (yeah check it out) 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (yo) 

The President just ordered the Navy to hit
you're blind of the wicked ways (yeah check it out) 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (yo) 

The President just ordered the Navy to hit
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
corner spot 
With some bar pop named Cookie 
Putting his thing down 
Soiling Mommy's sheets with
Sweet, talk shit, 
Cookie's cheap lipstick, 
Hair
Fly lies, love and misses
You can't be my Mrs.
So goodbye!


Verse 3 [Malique]
Yo, whuttup cheeky
I'm Liquey
A tad picky
Specialize in heartbreaks
And 2
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus