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    Lord High Groundhog
    • Jun 2013
    • 1841
    #1

    The Obama Singalong Song

    The reason your Daddy abandoned your family
    Is because Barack fucked your Mama
    It's all his fault and if it weren't for him
    FOX wouldn't have canceled Futurama

    Obama, Obama
    He's the one who is making you pay
    For everything in your home that you don't want

    Obama, Obama
    He's the one turning your nation gay
    He even stopped children from writing in cursive font

    There wasn't enough milk for your Cocoa Puffs
    And the toy was missing from the box
    That's why your on the Internets now posting in huffs,
    Michelle Obama sucks dirty rich white man cocks

    Obama this, Obama that
    He's the one that ran over your cat

    Obama here, Obama there
    He's to blame for that stain in your underwear

    Obama, Obama
    He's the one playing golf
    Forcing taxpayers to be his caddy

    Obama, Obama
    He's the one who fucked your Mama
    And now you miss your Daddy

    Obama, Obama
    For better or worse
    Please feel free to add a verse
    Don't hold back - shout, rail and curse
    And blame him for all your setbacks and failures

    I slipped and fell and broke my ass
    When someone wished Obamacare would pass
    And now that my rump is in a sling
    I feel the overwhelming urge to sing

    Obama, Obama
    If it wasn't for you and your smart ass jokes
    We'd still be owners of those islands in the Bering Sea
    And even though that was proven to be a hoax
    I still believe every email forwarded to me

    Obama, Obama
    I feel enraged every time I hear
    You taking credit for single handedly killing Osama
    It pisses me off to no end that here
    I spend my life being a drama llama

    Obama this, Obama that
    He's the reason my tires are bald and flat

    Obama here, Obama there
    Everywhere
    An Obamascare

    Obama Twenty-Four forward slash Seven all the time
    Whilst you suffer as he luxuriously vacations on the taxpayer's dime

    I rhyme

    And rather badly at it too

    If only
    There had been a greater turnout
    For McCain and Palin
    From there on out
    It surely
    Would have been
    Smooth sailin'
    But now we're stuck with that awful Muslim

    How can one afford to trust him?

    Obama, Obama
    Because of your policies
    My car overheated, engine threw a rod
    When I hailed for a cab, it drove on by
    I was racially profiled, Hmmm, how odd

    But I know damn well it was your fault, Obama
    Your the cause of everything that goes wrong
    And because Daddy left when you fucked my Mama
    I involuntarily break-out in-to s-o-n-g

    OBAMA, OBAMA
    Your the reason I have crabs
    OBAMA, OBAMA
    Why my urine streams out in dribs and drabs
    OBAMA, OBAMA
    Why my toaster burns my toast
    OBAMA, OBAMA
    You fucked eveything up for him and her
    All of them and me
    From sea to shining sea
    From coast to coast

    Doodly doot doot
    Doodly doot doot
    Doodly doot doot
    Doodly doot doot

    There's a black man living in a white house
    Oh, it makes me pissed, but I swear to you
    It's not what is seems, I know it sounds bad
    But it has nothing to do with me being rascist

    That's an entirely different story altogether
    And only for the ears of my therapist

    Now, where do I begin?

    Let's start with,
    He's the cause of the tumor pressing on my brain
    Obama, Obama
    The source of all the violence erupting in the Ukraine
    Obama, Obama
    He's the reason why I'm allergic to hornets, wasps and bees
    And as farfetched as it sounds, how else can you explain it?
    Why all my clothing smells like cheese

    Why did have to go and fuck my Mama?
    Obama, Obama
    With Michelle right there in the room, cheering you on
    Obama, Obama
    Without you, my life would be free of so much drama
    And everytime I saw Oprah on the TV
    My pecker wouldn't turn to wood

    You thought I was going to say hard on, didn't ya?
    Hah! I got you good!

    Oh
    OH NO

    OBAMA, OBAMA
    If only you knew how much I hated you
    OBAMA, OBAMA
    And how much of my life is dedicated to
    OBAMA, OBAMA
    Dissing you on the Internet every chance I get
    You would cer-tain-ly whole-heartedly un-der-stand

    It has nothing to do with you being a black man
    Living in a white house
    White house, there's a black man living in a white house
    White house, white house, there's a black man living in a
    White house, white house, there's a black man living in a
    I'm not rascist, ask my therapist, it certainly has nothing to do with you being
    A black man living in a white house

    La dee da da la dee da da
    Doodly doot doot doooooooo
    .
    Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
    and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
    While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
    with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
    you stood for
    ever before the window saying
    nothing
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    • bronco67
      Too lazy to set a custom title
      • Dec 2006
      • 29026
      #2
      haha that's great. Pretty much sums it up.

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        • Magnetron
          Lord High Groundhog
          • Jun 2013
          • 1841
          #3
          Good.

          I was afraid it would come off sounding a bit over the top and unrealistic.
          .
          Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
          and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
          While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
          with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
          you stood for
          ever before the window saying
          nothing

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            • Magnetron
              Lord High Groundhog
              • Jun 2013
              • 1841
              #4
              Hmmmm .....now what rhymes with "Vendzilla" ............?
              .
              Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
              and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
              While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
              with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
              you stood for
              ever before the window saying
              nothing

                Comment

                • Magnetron
                  Lord High Groundhog
                  • Jun 2013
                  • 1841
                  #5
                  I joined Bill and Ted in a trip back in time to before Obama ruined America with his ACA and his ..... well ..... whatever else the Republicans and Teabaggers failed to block.

                  Life was so much better then.

                  WTF

                  whut whut
                  What the fuck whut
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking whut
                  whut whut
                  What the fuck whut
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking hell
                  Was going through that titanium skull of yours?
                  If God opens windows whenever he closes doors
                  I say, God should nail everything shut
                  whut whut
                  And keep out all you lying politicians
                  whut whut
                  All you greedy whores
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking whut
                  Gee, the life of a President is oh so sweet
                  Rich folks to mingle with, celebrities to meet
                  Always mineral water for the drinking
                  Personal chefs to cook you anything to eat
                  Nevermind those Americans starved, thirsting
                  Wallowing in the blistering heat
                  Seniors baking on rooftops in the sun
                  whut whut
                  The dead floating along the street
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking whut
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking hell
                  Was going through your mind when She struck?
                  I think I might have an inkling
                  It wasn't about folks down on their luck
                  More concerned with that approval rating
                  Indicating you most certainly suck
                  And with each month continues sinking
                  As you drag America down into the muck
                  What the fucking hell were you thinking
                  whut whut
                  Instead of this nation's poverty struck?
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking whut
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking hell
                  When that nasty bitch Katrina fell
                  Mister President, did you even give a shit?
                  With the rains descending, so many lives ending
                  Why weren't you screaming at FEMA, pitching a fit?
                  Country clubs, birthday galas you were attending
                  Hawking Medicare plans, promoting your wars
                  Foreigners, foregin interests more worth defending
                  More important matters beyond our shores
                  Like those two wars you haven't even won
                  Did you even receive that message
                  The one that God was sending?
                  whut whut
                  And to think, your father has another son
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking whut
                  With all it's crispy cool air conditioning
                  Enjoy your ride on Air Force One
                  whut whut
                  Spoils of war and hollow victories
                  Savor these while you can
                  whut whut
                  What the fucking whut
                  America, a nation in anticipation
                  In need of once again being led by a compassionate man
                  .
                  Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
                  and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
                  While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
                  with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
                  you stood for
                  ever before the window saying
                  nothing

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