[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!