Trump Diss Track #1

Trump hate poem. Enjoy. If ya don't, well, apologies.

Our president looks like a Cheeto,

He hates on Mexicans, and he wants more money, like Greedo,

And even though he's considered white, he's the same color of a f****n' Dorito,

I don't trust him with anything, not even the power to veto.

He probably don't even know about me, I've remained incognito,

Not all Mexicans and Blacks sell the white addictive kilo,

There isn't anything to Trump, he just don't like a chico.

I don't know why he's still breathin',

Left to slither, keep sleazin' and seethin',

Talks a good talk in that bureaucratic lingo, and I can't find the meanin'.

He's already banned Muslims, what's with all that X-Ray screenin'?

Talks down on Blacks, not everyone is dope leanin',

Or maybe we are, because we can't stand you, and we are sick of screamin'.

Mr. "Unemployment is down."

Wow, I am proud, but you still sound like a clown,

If that were the case,

Then why the Black Man still jobless?

Is it 'cause of his race?

Why is he stuck bumblin' stumblin' mumblin',

About how he was betrayed,

That he's confused, and all disarrayed,

That he has nothin' more to lose, 'cause he's been depraved,

His country turned its back on him.

That's why I'm mad, that's why this diss track is a lot more ruthless,

Than what you got from Slim,

I gotta quote YG and Nipsey,

F**k Donald Trump,

America's future lookin' hella dim,

And that's why we think you sound and look funnier when we tipsy.

'Cause your lips look like your eyes,

And when we get faded we don' t even recognize your lies.

"I will build a great wall",

I thought this country was for us all?

Why you exclude people, make 'em feel so goddamn small?

That's why I'm writin' this s**t,

Because I'm issuin' a warnin' 'fore you get hit,

And writin' this wasn't even that hard,

But what is tough is havin' our current president be a f****n' retard,

How do you sleep at night,

Knowin' you side with alt-Right,

You think that is O-KKK?

I can't help but say some s**t that'll ruin your day,

Wanna sock you in the mouth, I walk around with my fist tight,

I won't stay silent no more, this is my fight,

And you won't shut me up now,

Spittin' this s**t is my First Amendment Right.

I need to stand up for my brothers,

Even though me and my n****s got different mothers,

I won't let you treat 'em bad, they aren't "others".

You say you wanna fix this country, make it like a new road,

Well you don't seem to be fixin' s**t, so why don't you go eat a chode,

Like Ms. Lewinski did back in '98?

I don't mean to hate, but it seem this country has a silent sealed fate,

You don't make no sense, talkin' in bullshit riddles, like some secret code,

If somebody don't speak up with more than just a lymph node,

And now I'm callin' you out, 'cause you're just a fat old toad,

I sure hope you're ready, I haven't even gotten to f****n' beast mode.

I am surprised that nobody has tried to pull up and snipe,

Even my gang n****s makin' sure Crips and Bloods unite,

'Cause we know we are all brothers, and we keep our bonds tight.

I'm surprised that baby you was holdin' didn't try and bite.

Every single gang just wanna come up and bang,

We can pull up, whip out the stick, and show our young n****s how we hang,

Even my Asian bro, he wanna come with, his name isn't Chang,

You racist a*****e, you the type to call him Choumein,

He really don't like you and that man wears a thick chain,

You're a goddamn villain, just like Batman's Bane.

Yeah, I was talkin' earlier about cocaine,

And this rap is wack, but f**k it, since it smack, better than Ferg's "Plain Jane",

I guess you like wounding this country, you must like the pain.

Man, I just gotta say what I got to, cause I want to address every single social issue,

I've been through more s**t in my 17 years than you'll ever be,

That's why my nickname be Lil Scar Tissue,

It's a damn shame that I have to go this hard and diss you,

It's a damn shame that the bullet miss you,

Not even your wifey wanna kiss you,

'Cause you're a creep n***a,

Said if she wasn't your daughter, you might be dating her,

I oughta bury you six feet deep n***a,

You can't afford to sleep n***a,

'Cause your death is on this trigga,

You don't realize it, but I'm fightin' for somethin' bigga.

So don't make me turn into a f****n' grave digga,

And I know why your wifey don't like you, 'cause that b***h a gold digga,

She doesn't need you to give her your 3 incha,

Why you an a*****e, just tryna get richa?

You aren't Christian, you're a f****n' penny pincha.