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Call him President, he's the next new President here Senator, from Illinois, yeah His criteria compared to John McCain just isn't fair Cause he's B-L-A-C, so the eyes are on he Through his pencil, he write legislation, with the country on his mind And he don't blow ish, cause he ain't got time Every second, minute, hour, KKK wanna devour He got guards ready to pop em, with their ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers Every brother, mother, sister, cousin, grandma wanna hump him Even got Hilary Clinton on the side ready to jump him Tell the Clintons Ha ha ha ha, couldn't catch him, couldn't stop him They go by the party rules, if you can't beat him, you can't top him Thought she'd smack him, couldn't pop em, Delegates, couldn't cop em Bill Clinton couldn't help her, too bad she couldn't drop em, woo! Man, Obamas so Illlll Obama goes here, Obama goes there Sayin Yes We Can with wife Michelly, he's hittin that derriere He travel to Arizona, ready to cause some drama Hopin McCain will comment, Look at that bastard Obama He's too young, he's too hip, Negroes always causin problems His pale-lookin face got him lookin like a goblin! Mac-Cain, Mac-Cain, please don't vote for Mac-Cain First day up in office, talkin bout some heart pains Call the ambulance, QUICK! All you hear is sirens His temper isn't private - Dang, I hate a mad prick Don't you hate a mad prick? Plus, McCains an old prick Baracks a younger guy, So choose him, he's the right pick But if you chose the wrong pick Your step-son'll probably end up in Iraq quick! His health clan plan is so immaculate So even if your broke, and can't afford to take a doc trip You'll be feelin much better - not sick And, he's okay, but his wifes sick And her backs thick, And her walks slick She's a fly chick - I'd hit! Man, Obamas so Illlll He's makin history like X, King and Douglas, and RFK Obama, he's that new black, true that Red-necks saaaay He won't beat John McCain He don't wear a flag pin, his middle names Hussein, but Who gon be dat boy dat doubt dat boy dey call Obama Got Republicans sweatin like they up in Saunas (whew! ) Even McCains 90-something mama Be ready to pull his lever every hour And I'd rather eat a field mouse Than to see John McCain in the White House Vote Obama in, and I promise He won't turn back into some Uncle Thomas (Aaaaaa! ) No Aunt Jemimah or Southern Fried chicken Call him Chief Obama, or Mr. Keeps on Tickin Man, Pastor Wrights comments couldn't stop his tally Even Oprah Winfrey said she was right behind him People, I say this countrys no hope without him But he's gotta go out and relate to everybody He do what he do, like give his wife a hug and then a fist dap Gotta do that stuff in public, so the hood'll know that - He's black Gotta use big words, white people love to hear it If they hear it, they don't fear him, they don't know him, but they feel him That's real. Obama 08 White House, a-ha!
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