“Tweet That,” by Professor Rex
You're a dumb cluckhead who can't get shit done
Incompetent ain't the half of it, it's all of it, son
Such tiny tiny hands, for such a tiny tiny man
Your tiny tiny plans, are toxic for such a great land
You think your money talks for you, well, we think that that's funny
Your spray tan is runny, bunny, visual agony, honey
White trash with money, is still white trash
Every second you're awake, you get us closer to a crash
You're the only president, whose hair is worse than Van Buren
For the next 50 years, your disease we'll be curing
Tweet that Tiny Hands, Tweet That Donald Trump
We'll never get your sulfurous stench, ever out of the White House
Not my president, not a man, you're not even a mouse
You thought Orwell's '84 was an instruction manual
Your mental health check up should be way more than annual
Your vocabulary is tragicomically bad
You get less respect than, Kevin Federline, sad
You're like Montgomery Burns, without the physical stamina
In a few more years, you might be as popular as Manimal
(For those who don't know Manimal was a widely ridiculed 80s sci-fi show)
(So the metaphor here is Trump is less liked than a show that blows)
Tweet that Tiny Hands, Tweet That Donald Trump
You are to fashion, what Ted Nugent is to fashion (get it?)
You are to jokes, what Ted Nugent is to jokes (you with it?)
You are to politics, what Ted Nugent is to politics (dimwit)
You are to thinking, what Ted Nugent is to thinking (numnuts)
What's the difference be,tween you and an alcoholic drinking?
A drunk can put, down the drink, you'll always be sinking
The oompa loompa store called, next week they're gonna be suing you
For copyright infringement and brand dilution, too
You want us to all be loyal to your snake oil salesman gig
Not until you take the time to pop the potion to make your hands big
Not until you discard, that dis,gusting rug you wish was hair
Not until you resign and re,tire will your actions make us care
Tweet that Tiny Hands, Tweet That Donald Trump