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By; Cedric McClester He’s selling horseshit But nobody’s buying Other than his base Even they know he’s lying While his spokespeople are Out front denying When behind closed doors You’ll hear ‘em sighing He selling horseshit By the ton But he isn’t fooling Anyone And now his lies have him Under the gun So ask yourself this Is he having fun He’s selling horseshit Now it’s starting to stink But he still assumes That people don’t think So he counter punches Like, a boxing rink Meanwhile the country’s Begining to sink He’s selling horseshit And we’re getting tired Of him and the folks That he chose to hire Like Kelly Conway Who's become a liar Or Sean Spicer Whose pants are on fire Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
SELLING HORSESHIT
By; Cedric McClester He’s selling horseshit But nobody’s buying Other than his base Even they know he’s lying While his spokespeople are Out front denying When behind closed doors You’ll hear ‘em sighing He selling horseshit By the ton But he isn’t fooling Anyone And now his lies have him Under the gun So ask yourself this Is he having fun He’s selling horseshit Now it’s starting to stink But he still assumes That people don’t think So he counter punches Like, a boxing rink Meanwhile the country’s Begining to sink He’s selling horseshit And we’re getting tired Of him and the folks That he chose to hire Like Kelly Conway Who's become a liar Or Sean Spicer Whose pants are on fire Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
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