Felon Nation

V1:
[Intro]
Is it hopeless? Is it gone?
What the duck is going on...

[Verse 1]
Is Murica hopeless, bamboozled, helpless,
A case of bad education turned Gone Nation.
People too numb, or just too dumb?
Oh, what the duck’s become the norm!

Blessed be the brave soul.
Pardon my farts, or blame my French.
I’ll take some cheese, dopamine, and cream,
Always a win, better than butter or a broken dream.

Cocksure peacocks soon to take the throne,
Foul birds of a feather, with faith overthrown.
Looneys whine, swoon, and plot their schemes,
Until we bow down to the doom of their dreams.

The circus of lies is wild and grand,
As if Truth slipped through trembling hands.
With hope... but where did it go?

[Chorus 1]
Felon Nation!
Cashing lies with impunity.
Felon Nation!
Rich daddies breed new dynasties.

[Verse 2]
They know nothing, yet still roam free,
Selling wars while they sip sweet tea.
Conmen’s wallets about to burst,
While the bamboozled masses just quench their thirst.

Justice? That brat’s often a no-show,
Playing coy, as tragedies grow.
It’s classic, timeless, a circus supreme,
Twats on a prowl with a dystopian gleam.

[Chorus 2]
Welcome to Felon Nation!
The land of the wild FOTUS show.
Liars ducking, grinning, winning the bonus,
While pawns are left to bleed and grow.

[Bridge]
When Daddy’s so rich, he could buy a whole year,
Throw a tantrum or two, make a mistress appear.
With gold-plated diapers and deals so shrewd,
The people eat scraps while he chews on their food.

And those towers, oh, they scrape the skies,
Monuments to hubris and golden lies.
We worship their stories, their twisted alibis,
Blind to the game as the nation complies.

[Chorus 3]
Felon Nation!
Golden towers scrape the skies.
Felon Nation!
A kingdom built on blatant lies.

[Outro]
Fools feeding greed, ego games in control,
Twats so rich, their sins take the toll.
Watch as their circus of sleaze takes the stage,
Pricks with power in this loathsome age.

Welcome to FOTUS Wonderland,
Where fools reign supreme with bloodied hands.
Bleeds be the revolution, and sins never cease,
Evil reigns in Felon Nation!

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V2
[Intro]

[Verse 1]
is Murica hopeless,  
bamboozled, helpless, 
A case of bad education
Turned Gone Nation 
People too dumb 
Or what the Duck?… 

Blessed be the braves soul
Pardon my farts,
Or blame my French
I’ll Have some cheese, 
Dopamine’n cream, always a win
Better bet than butter, or a prayer, 

Cocksure peacocks taking throne soon
Foul birds of a Feather with Feeble Faith 
Looneys who like to whine and swoon 
Until we bow down to the doom that looms…

The circus of lies is so grand, 
As if Truth slipped through hands,
With hope, oh, but where did it go?

[Chorus]
Felon nation!
Cashing lies with impunity.
Felon nation!
Rich daddies breed new dynasties.

[Verse 2]
They are known to no more,
But they still roam free.
Selling us their wars,
While they sip sweet tea.

Con men wallets about to burst, just blow
While bamboozled masses bend low, some even may howl.
And Justice? Who knows? That brat’s often a no-show.
It’s a Classic, timeless tragedy, twats on a supreme prowl.

[Chorus]
Welcome to new edition of Felon nation,
The land of the wild FOTUS (of my anus)
Where liars ducking around win the BONUS
And everyone else lose-lose, like pawns in oblivion! 

[Bridge]
When Daddy’s so rich,
He could buy a whole year,
Throw a tantrum or two,
Make a mistress appear.

With gold-plated diapers
And contracts so shrewd,
The people eat scraps,
While he chews on their food!

[Chorus]
Felon nation!
Golden towers scrape the skies.
Felon nation!
We worship their alibis.

(Outro]
Fools playing foul ego games, focused on feeding greed
Twats so rich they can afford to let their sins never cease.
Watch out for dick egos high on dumb double-standards, dumb circus rules of prickly felons of sleaze

Welcome to FOTUS Wonderland, 
Bleeds be the Revolution Evil Felon nation!