An open letter to the fat Arrogant Anti-charismatic National embarrassment Known as President John Adams The man's irrational, he claims that I'm in league With Britain in some vast, international intrigue Trick, Bitch please You wouldn't know what I'm doin' You're always goin' berserk But you never show up to work Give my regards to Abigail Next time you write about my lack of moral compass At least I'm doin' my job up in this rumpus The line is behind meI crossed it again Well, the President lost it again Aww, such a rough life Better run to ya' wife Yo, the boss is in Boston again Lemme ask you a question: Who sits At your desk when you're in Massachusetts?They were calling you a dick back in '76 And you haven't done anything new since! You nuisance with no sense! You will die of irrelevance! Go ahead: You can call me the Devil You aspire to my level You aspire to malevolence! Say hi to the Jeffersons! And the spies all around me Maybe they can confirm don't care if I kill my career with this I'm confining you to one term
you fat motherfucker!
