[INTRO – menace] Somebody hold his wig… This about to get windy. Real windy. [BEAT DROP – SAVAGE MODE] Trump in the house? Cool—kick him right back out. Talk so tough but he NEVER know what he talkin’ ’bout. Act like a lion but move like a lamb— Whole campaign built like expired Spam. Orange glow brighter than a traffic jam light, Chest all puffed like he ready to fight— But soon as things heat up? Man sprint outta sight. [VERSE 1 – DISRESPECTFULLY FUNNY] He say he a genius—OKAY, sure Jan. Man can’t even find his OWN spray tan. Wavin’ lil’ hands like a toddler mad, Shoutin’ nonsense like your drunk stepdad. Said he “the best”—said it forty more times, Every claim he make gotta come with disclaimers and fines. Tryna flex big like he the nation’s king— Bro, your suit look stitched by a busted yo-yo string. Talk big money but pay folks crumbs, That’s why every accountant he hires just RUNS. Huge this, huge that—huge blah-blah-blah, Only thing huge is the size of his flaws. [PRE-DROP – BRUTAL BUILD] Wait… wait… His wig tryna escape Hold up— IT’S LIFTIN’— WIG DETACHMENT ENGAGED! [BEAT DROP 2 – FULL DISRESPECT] Boom—Trump stumbling, mumbling, fumbling stats, Losing every point like he playing blackjack with cats. Brain say “stop,” but his mouth say “more,” Talking in circles like he stuck in a revolving door. Sweat dripping heavy like he melting each word, Half the things he say barely sound like English we heard. Wants to look powerful? Buddy… you tried, But your whole career built like a carnival ride. [VERSE 2 – WORSE. JUST WORSE.] Walks like power, talks like chaos, Spray tan dripping like cheese off tacos. Nose in the air like he smelling success— Bro, that’s just ego fumes, calm down, take a rest. Calls himself strong but the escalator beat him, Call him a leader? Girl where?? I ain’t seen him. Every new speech got America stressed, We all watching like “sir PLEASE take a rest.” Post every thought like a middle school rant, Throw tantrums daily—full grown man CAN’T. He say he’s the hero of the U.S. saga… But even his shadow be like “nah bruh, nah-uh.” [FINAL DROP – SAVAGE ENDING] He yell “I’m the greatest!” with a shaky little stance, But even Fluffles walk by and dog-wink in advance. Crowd go quiet… wig go flyin’… Whole world like: “Sir… stop TRYIN’.” Mic dropped. Wig gone. Respect missing. 🔥💀🔥💀🔥

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