"Malpractice"
Verse 1: [ Female Vocals ]
The doctor walked in with a confident grin,
Said, “We’ll fix this mess from deep within.”
He grabbed the scalpel, made his mark,
And left it lodged right by the heart.
Then he sutured us up, said, “You’ll be fine,”
But forgot the forceps and a clamp inside.
Now infection spreads, the fever’s high,
And we’re bleeding out while you deny.
Pre-Chorus: [ Male Vocals ]
The Dow is crashing; arteries burst,
This economic surgery’s gone from bad to worse.
The patient’s screaming, but you just laugh—
Call it healing while you botch the graft.
Chorus: [ Male and Female Vocals]
It’s malpractice—your reckless hand,
Left us open with no demand.
You closed us up but left the blade,
Now the body’s dying from what you made.
Verse 2: [ Male Vocals]
The tariffs were stitches meant to hold tight,
But they’re tearing apart in the dead of night.
The clamps of debt squeeze every vein,
While inflation burns like unending pain.
Your tools of trade—like retractors and knives—
Cut too deep into American lives.
You called it precision, a surgeon’s art,
But you left us bleeding from the very start.
Pre-Chorus: [ Female Vocals]
Sepsis spreads as markets fall,
The hemorrhaging echoes through us all.
You stitched us up with no remorse,
They will find your scalpel in Lady Liberty's corpse
Chorus: [Male Vocals aggressive]
It’s malpractice—your reckless hand,
Left us open with no demand.
You closed us up but left the blade,
Now the body’s dying from what you made.
Bridge (Sarcastic):
Oh Doctor! Your steady hand so bold—
How could we doubt your touch of gold?
You wielded tariffs like surgical steel,
But forgot to check if wounds could heal.
Your cure is worse than what we had before,
A ruptured economy we can’t ignore.
The stock market bleeds like an open vein—
And all you do is shift the blame!
Oh Surgeon Trump, what skill you show!
You laugh as your patient’s vitals drop low.
With every tariff, you twist the knife,
Killing your patient while mocking their life.
Chorus (with sarcasm):
It’s malpractice—what a show!
You left retractors where they shouldn’t go.
You closed us up with a smile so wide,
While we hemorrhage markets nationwide.
Outro: [ Female Vocals ]
Americans are sick; we’re circling drain after drain,
Your operation failed—it only brought pain.
The scalpel’s still there; it cuts deeper each day—
Malpractice defined by your economic play.