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Our reputation never had a chance Since the fat boy did his dance. Here he is to ruin the land! Mighty Mouth's underhand! He has never had a single clue Not a thought for me or you. He stays surrounded by some total jerks Who always nod “okay” No matter what he says he wants to do No matter what he’ll say. We should be shivering in our bikinis He’s nothing but a modern Mussolini. Yessir, everything he does is for cash And his family is a bunch of trash. Our country will be great again But not if Mighty Mouth stays in.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
MGHTY MOUTH
Our reputation never had a chance Since the fat boy did his dance. Here he is to ruin the land! Mighty Mouth's underhand! He has never had a single clue Not a thought for me or you. He stays surrounded by some total jerks Who always nod “okay” No matter what he says he wants to do No matter what he’ll say. We should be shivering in our bikinis He’s nothing but a modern Mussolini. Yessir, everything he does is for cash And his family is a bunch of trash. Our country will be great again But not if Mighty Mouth stays in.
brent-kincaid
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
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