Trumpstein

Met him in the ’80s, gold drippin’ off the walls,

Queens boys playin’ kingpins, hostin’ dirty balls.

Model scouts and moguls, shakin’ dirty hands,

Palm Beach secrets buried deep in the sand.

Private jets and power plays,

Flight logs lost in smoky haze,

“Nice guy,” he said in ‘02—

“He likes ‘em young,” and don’t we kinda know that’s true?

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🎵 Oh, Mar-a-Laghost, hauntin’ halls of fame,

Girls go missin’, but no one takes the blame.

Money buys silence, and silence buys time,

But justice don’t die—it just learns how to mime. 🎵

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Epstein’s black book, names in gold ink,

Clinton, Dershowitz, and a future prez in sync.

Photos on the staircase, grins a little too wide,

Pageant parties, NDAs, and nowhere left to hide.

Acosta cut the deal, slapped a wrist, not a chain,

13 months for hell on earth in the Sunshine State.

And when that cell door closed for good in MCC,

A million people whispered, “Ain’t no way he died for free.”

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🎵 Oh, Mar-a-Laghost, floatin’ through the rooms,

With skeleton closets and gold-plated tombs.

Too many friends in high-up places,

With poker faces and sealed court cases. 🎵

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Secret islands and private flights,

Little black dresses and long red nights.

He said, “I was never there,” then backtracked quick,

But the internet don’t forget, and neither do the pics.

Flight logs, aliases, Ghislaine’s trial,

And Trump went quiet with that signature smile.

Called her a “fixture,” then he played pretend—

Funny how the party ends when the walls cave in.

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🎵 Oh, Mar-a-Laghost, whisperin’ lies,

Under chandeliers where innocence dies.

A nation watched with bated breath,

As the judge signed deals in the shadow of death.

Oh, hush hush, baby, the truth don’t trend,

If your money’s long and your friends pretend.

But karma’s got a ledger, inked in red,

And the court of time don’t care what the papers said. 🎵

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A predator in pearls. A president in denial.

A jet in the sky. A girl lost in a file.

And a nation that blinked… while the devil just smiled.

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