Uploaded January 2017 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
We ask the great question, can a 40-something white male impersonating a 70-something white male rap?
By the by, if you can't comprehend parody and sarcasm, you should probably go find a video of someone crushing a 1000 degree knife in a pneumatic press. I can recommend a few.
Music credits:
youtube.com/watch?v=SLkpaZi1t9E
youtube.com/watch?v=YEe3Dl0ES54
youtube.com/watch?v=QAnky-QJwII
Lyrics:
As the calendar rolled
to a fresh, faultless year
We cowered inside
Held in check by our fear
I sat there with Molly
Both feeling nonplussed
Wondering which civil liberty
Would first bite the dust
Then something went BUMP
How that bump made us jump
Could that jump from a bump be coming of Trump?
We looked
And we saw him.
The brute in the suit
He mugged for the cameras
And he gave a salute
“I’m great, and you know it,”
Tweeted he to the air
As a gentle breeze played
with the wisps of his hair
But we saw through the haze
Of his arrogant gaze
And we felt the room fill with malicious malaise
“I admit that I quiffle a bit when I speak,”
“But we all know who’s really the sneakiest sneak”
Crooked Hillary’s buried her head in the sand
Along with an email or four, understand?”
Well Molly and I
Did not know what to think
So pulled down the bourbon and offered a drink
He sniffed at the booze
And expounded his views
“I’ve got only one weak spot
I can’t fucking lose.”
When he saw our in faces the dubious doubt
His smile changed to a persnickety pout
“I’m taking down ISIS, I’ve got a great plan
I’ll bomb the shit out of Iraq and Iran”
“We think you’re confused,” we quickly began
But he harrumphed rather rudely and held up a hand
“Then I’ll barricade borders
I’ll put up a wall
A wall that will be the most tally of all”
“You think this is folly?
“It won’t be drywall-y”
“Mexico’s paying, now have a tamale”
But just in that instant we got a surprise
As we watched all humanity leave his cold eyes
We inwardly cringed
His mind had unhinged
This creature was one of the lunatic fringe
Cucks!
Clicks and clucks
Cuckhold doormat feminist fucks
Sandbag the economy
Not enough for me
Midtown Loki, can’t you see
Everyone wants to be who I be
My stash of cash exudes class
Rich white trash ignoring the backlash
Snatch at the slash
Grab and unlatch
I’m the slicker willy that you’ll never catch
I’m
King Huckster
Fake luster
I don’t buck the system
she’s mine and I fucked her
Snick snack
Don’t knock kick backs
Amassing the hopeless and dicking the working class
You think I’m your savior cuz I hoodwinked your ass
Don’t trust us
Can’t bust us
I’ll appoint my own brand of judicial injustice
Executive privilege is my only religion
Smell the stench of the trench of a government that don’t branch
Then he slithered away like an overweight snake
Leaving traces of tan oil fumes in his wake
Was he heading for Washington?
Or Lower Manhattan?
Or perhaps to the high golden peaks of Mount Zatton?
We don’t really knows
But that’s just how it goes
We returned our attention to Netflick’s new shows
Be kind to your fine liberal friends
For a cuck is a dumb motherfucker
Entitled but don’t raise a sweat
As they raise our deficit
They roll on their backs like a bitch
And exploit hard working rich (white males)
But we’ll defend them anyway
Because this message was endorsed by the NRA
We ask the great question, can a 40-something white male impersonating a 70-something white male rap?
By the by, if you can't comprehend parody and sarcasm, you should probably go find a video of someone crushing a 1000 degree knife in a pneumatic press. I can recommend a few.
Music credits:
youtube.com/watch?v=SLkpaZi1t9E
youtube.com/watch?v=YEe3Dl0ES54
youtube.com/watch?v=QAnky-QJwII
Lyrics:
As the calendar rolled
to a fresh, faultless year
We cowered inside
Held in check by our fear
I sat there with Molly
Both feeling nonplussed
Wondering which civil liberty
Would first bite the dust
Then something went BUMP
How that bump made us jump
Could that jump from a bump be coming of Trump?
We looked
And we saw him.
The brute in the suit
He mugged for the cameras
And he gave a salute
“I’m great, and you know it,”
Tweeted he to the air
As a gentle breeze played
with the wisps of his hair
But we saw through the haze
Of his arrogant gaze
And we felt the room fill with malicious malaise
“I admit that I quiffle a bit when I speak,”
“But we all know who’s really the sneakiest sneak”
Crooked Hillary’s buried her head in the sand
Along with an email or four, understand?”
Well Molly and I
Did not know what to think
So pulled down the bourbon and offered a drink
He sniffed at the booze
And expounded his views
“I’ve got only one weak spot
I can’t fucking lose.”
When he saw our in faces the dubious doubt
His smile changed to a persnickety pout
“I’m taking down ISIS, I’ve got a great plan
I’ll bomb the shit out of Iraq and Iran”
“We think you’re confused,” we quickly began
But he harrumphed rather rudely and held up a hand
“Then I’ll barricade borders
I’ll put up a wall
A wall that will be the most tally of all”
“You think this is folly?
“It won’t be drywall-y”
“Mexico’s paying, now have a tamale”
But just in that instant we got a surprise
As we watched all humanity leave his cold eyes
We inwardly cringed
His mind had unhinged
This creature was one of the lunatic fringe
Cucks!
Clicks and clucks
Cuckhold doormat feminist fucks
Sandbag the economy
Not enough for me
Midtown Loki, can’t you see
Everyone wants to be who I be
My stash of cash exudes class
Rich white trash ignoring the backlash
Snatch at the slash
Grab and unlatch
I’m the slicker willy that you’ll never catch
I’m
King Huckster
Fake luster
I don’t buck the system
she’s mine and I fucked her
Snick snack
Don’t knock kick backs
Amassing the hopeless and dicking the working class
You think I’m your savior cuz I hoodwinked your ass
Don’t trust us
Can’t bust us
I’ll appoint my own brand of judicial injustice
Executive privilege is my only religion
Smell the stench of the trench of a government that don’t branch
Then he slithered away like an overweight snake
Leaving traces of tan oil fumes in his wake
Was he heading for Washington?
Or Lower Manhattan?
Or perhaps to the high golden peaks of Mount Zatton?
We don’t really knows
But that’s just how it goes
We returned our attention to Netflick’s new shows
Be kind to your fine liberal friends
For a cuck is a dumb motherfucker
Entitled but don’t raise a sweat
As they raise our deficit
They roll on their backs like a bitch
And exploit hard working rich (white males)
But we’ll defend them anyway
Because this message was endorsed by the NRA
