JibJab - Capitol Ill

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[Verse 1: George W. Bush] GWB, I got the family tree Ya know my rhymes are gonna burn you in the 3rd degree I made a splash, raised the cash, in a flash, built a stash Got a rocket in my pocket blastin' straight outa' Texas I got the superlatives, flavor no preservatives Roundin' on up the "Compassionate Conservatives" The press wants confessions regarding indiscretions In this rap session, which leads to a question Is it germane, does it pertain, if I did cocaine When I lived my life in the fast lane If I refrain, I abstain on the campaign? Dannngggg! It's insane! Keepin' it real cause ya can't let it trouble ya Kickin' dope rhymes in the style of the "W" Grooves so fast, tap the instant replay Turn it up party people it's Election Day! [Interlude] These allegations are false True, true I'm not gonna eat anymore broccoli Booyah! [Verse 2: Al Gore] A to the L to the G-O-R-E I'm sweeter than candy, faster than a grand prix A twister outa' Tennessee, headin' for the G.O.P Cause it's time for the dose of the Vitamin G I'm the veep, goin' deep, gonna leap to a sweep Might put the electorate straight to sleep But wake up, don't ya fret it just yet A.G.'s got props, I invented the Internet My Jewish friends you know you got me faklempt, y'all! Grab your shekels and meet me at the temple Or if you're Buddhist I can chill like a monk No junk, no bunk, just pure Gore funk Keepin' it real, I gave Bradley the hook shot Kickin' dope rhymes in the style of a robot Eight years of growth, don't ya throw it away I got the bass in ya face, it's Election Day! [Outro] True, true Booyah! True, true Booyah! Booyah!
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