Got a feelin this will be a bad election/ it will be like stealin a sad selection/ we will be dealing with a mad disinfection. States/ awaits/ their mates/ that creates/ the fates, for an idiot who will dictates his hate. The moron I'll talk about is Romney/ only care about his own money/ sorry honey/ nothin will ever be funny.

What's up with this bitch, to diss me with a tweet/ damn you ain't even worth this beat/ shut the fuck up before I smack you out the seat/ with ma feet/ you fuckin ass ugly, lost my apetite, can't eat/ all you ever will be is a piece of meat/ and every boyfriend you ever get, will cheat/ keep walkin' on that street/ or press control alt delete/ all you ever will be is incomplete/ like a dead heat/ like some skeet.

There's this girl that I met/ that I bet/ I'm gonna get/ A beautiful brunet/ with a face I never will forget/ I want to get her a string quartet/ or a television set/ whatever that will make us a duet. This girl is a real mad fox/ hotter than a bad Courtney Cox/ I would buy her a box/ with rocks/ she's worth the whole fort knox. Sexy blue eyes/ make me wanna disguise/ my surprise/ as a guys/ advise/ it lies/ inside every single word for your own high/ I swear I would die/ rather than see you cry/ even before a single tear left your eye/ I do it without even ask why/ got a gun ready, on standby/ that's who I am, no average guy/ maybe a little shy/ but there's nuthin' I wouldn't try/ to have you by my side.

Chorus:

You can be my queen, my angel, my princess.

Your my missin' gene, to special, sent from heaven, I'm blessed.

TO BE CONTINUED......