Well howdy there, folks! Grab yer beer, grab yer cousin—wait, no, bad idea. We’re talkin’ ‘bout that fancy island where the rich folks flew… and nobody’s talkin’ ’bout the list! Yee-haw? Nah… more like yee-naw.
Ol’ Jeffrey had a plane called Lolita Express,
Bill Clinton rode it more times than my ex-wife’s stress!
Twenty-six flights, eatin’ peanuts and grinnin’,
While Hillary’s yellin’, “Where you been, Bill? Beginnin’?”
Trump said, “Jeffrey’s terrific, great guy, real class,”
Then golfed at Mar-a-Lago, “Pass the sunscreen, lads!”
Prince Andrew’s sweatin’ like a pig in the sun,
“Dancin’ with girls? Nah, just innocent fun!”
Epstein’s island hoedown, bring yer own boots!
Clinton, Trump, Gates—everybody shoots!
Musk said “I ain’t goin’,” but we all saw the tweet,
Little black book thicker than grandma’s biscuit meat!
No client list dropped, they hid it real good,
But we know who partied like rednecks with wood!
Island hoedown! (Yee-haw! No list!)
Island hoedown! (Delete them pics, ya twist!)
Bill Gates showin’ up, talkin’ vaccines and such,
But Epstein’s like, “Bill, you want the special touch?”
Elon tweetin’ mad, “I turned down that ride!”
But late-night dinners? Bro, you can’t hide!
Michael Jackson moonwalked right on the sand,
Kevin Spacey actin’ shady, sleight-of-hand!
Prince Andrew’s foot fetish? Whole country knows,
He settled that lawsuit faster than a coors light flows!
Epstein’s island hoedown, private jet jamboree!
Clinton, Trump, Gates, Musk—what you gonna see?
Black book got names longer than a Walmart receipt,
They scrub the hard drives, but the memes stay sweet!
Island hoedown! (Who killed him? Guards asleep!)
Island hoedown! (Cameras broke? What a heap!)
Hawkin’ rolled in, talkin’ black holes and stars,
But the orgy rumors? Lordy, that’s bizarre!
No official list, swear on my mama’s grave,
But every big shot’s got dirt they can’t save…
