Lyrics:
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Mr President
Happy birthday to you
Thanks, Mr President
For all the things you've
it on.
I wanna kick you in the head Mr.president
Enocent Peoples are dying war like a Zombie ina resident evil.
Let me tell you why its happening
cause
killed
Dictatorship
On every lip
Dear Mr. President fuck your promises
We've been used by the american government
My people shed their blood
For your
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
There were dirtstains and mud
All over his rug
So Mr. Hoover went to the bedroom
And grabbed a vacuum
He plugged it into the wall and
Not paying any
the people
Brown
Black
White
Yellow
Red
We the people
Brown
Black
White
Yellow
Red
We the people
Brown
Black
White
Yellow
Red
We the people
Dear Mr. President
We the people
Dear Mr. President
Do you really care
About us
Dear Mr. Governor
Do you really care
About us
Brown
Black
White
Yellow
Red
We
We the people
Dear Mr. President
Do you really care
About us
Dear Mr. Governor
Do you really care
About us
Brown
Black
White
Yellow
Red
We
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
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
Bless-Ish_Mr Guala
Intro
( I got the guala,i got the guala )x 2
Chorus
I got the guala,i can't be kicking shit like i'm Dybala,
feel like
a nuke for France
A radioactive true romance
Get'r done Mr. President
Satellite show is evident
Blinding flashes world-wide
It's camera bulbs for inquiring
We'll climb down
The president's face
I won't let you fall
I'll never let go of your hand
20th Century, Modern times
North by Northwest
20th Century,
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
Dressed up to fight a war
And that is why I'm late for school
In the State of Arkansas
Oh listen, Mr governor and Mr president, too
Give me that
On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine
With Mr Cordell Hull in attendance
There they took part in a peace conference
Struck by his modest style
We were
That's enough
Well you asked how I feel
I don't pretend to know the answer, but the question is real
If I may, Mr. President?
Madison?
Let's take
love ya"
Haha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother's
I'm talkin about the other, by the way - your mother
I'm terrific, I'm the president
wanna feature
Cause I'm Mr. Do it all
Mr... who ya bitch call
Mr. Ball out at mall
Mr. Make a dolla flip
Mr. Keep it on my hip
Get money then I dip
Take
4 dey replay
U 4 drop am now moro n every day
So say da girlies go com da place wer we dey
Big up yorself president resident deejay
Mr Deejay
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