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Gunshow 2 Finale Part 1

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By ostrichlittledungeon ostrichlittledungeon Bandcamp ← Median Previous track by this artist → Gunshow 2 Finale Part 2 Next track by this artist (Poem and music).
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Released 1/20/2017.
Duration: 5:51.

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One bright summer morning, in mid-to-late June
Our president Trump was holding a spoon
He was eating a soup at the great dinner table
With his fair wife Melania and his sons Cain and Abel
Who these two children were was a mystery to them all
They'd just shown up one day and proceeded to call
The Trump couple their parents, though odd, yes, it seems
Their coming was foreshadowed by one of Trump's dreams

My dear children, Trump said, with a saccharine grin
You seem to be getting uncommonly thin
Please eat up your soup so your muscles get yuge
I don't want to resort to any food subterfuge

I don't want to eat soup
Cain replied with great force
I'd rather eat chocolate please, make it three-course

How rude of a thing to demand, I must say
Said our dear Donald Trump, though he gave the okay
And when Cain was quite finished with stuffing his face
He and Abel returned to their planet in space
Once Melania had retired to her chamber upstairs
Donald rapped on the wall in a pattern of squares
A door opened up to a room filled with toys
Though not ones that you'd give to small girls or small boys)
On a bed in the center lay one young Toby Fox
He looked up from his book and he tossed back his locks

Hello my dear Donald, how was dinner today?
Not great, I confess, though I do have to say
Cain's aversion to food that would improve his health
Is disturbing to me, it's a symptom of wealth

That's very astute of you, Donald, dear sir
I most definitely agree. I approve. I concur
Now come take a seat here, next to me on our bed
I'll make you feel better by giving you head

But before Trump could take a step forward, just then
A young boy with a rabbit interrupted their zen
As he entered the room and he pointed at Trump
I'm redy to figt, you plump grumpy lump

Oh god, Andrew Hussie, what have you created?
O's gone much too far with his SBAHJ lust unsated
Now listen up Jhon, if you want to hurt Don
You must go through me first, come at me, you prawn

(Awww yeah. This is what people do before raps right? S L A B.)

Yo my name's Toby Fox, please don't call me Radiation
I created the nutshack and I made up Snow Halation
I'll clear one thing up now—I'm not o, I'm his ex
But now Trump's the only person with whom I'll have sex
I've dedicated my life to creating awesome tunes
My OST is better than Earthbound's, and Rollercoaster Tycoon's
Andrew's Hussie's little Hiveswap is nothing to my two games
But first Undertale, then its sequel, set my world into flames
I shed blood, sweat, and tears to make it out of depression
And now I come back to my lover's recession?
Donald, baby, I still love you, but a great depression, jeez
Anyway, I need some cash so buy my games please

(Still going. [unintelligible])

Now whether you're gay, bi, pan, libertarian, or straight
you should buy my games cause the shipping's downright great
And if you feel left out by my statement there
Uh, you should buy them anyway, damn,I really love Flare.
So yeah, I guess that's me and I'm done with this rap
I think I flowed pretty well though my transitions were crap
I'd also like to say.. uh, let's fight, come on
I won't let anyone hurt my boyfriend, least of all a SBAHJ-y John
(That line is still so fucking hard to say.)

(Yaeh, ok.)
Jhon brandished his bunny at Toby, his face
As neutral as ever, as if stuck in place
And Toby, his face pale as pale could be
Remarked
I have to use the toilet.. uhh brb!

Then Jhon turned to Trump, his intentions made clear
Trump's skin was beet red, and his eyes filled with fear
Jhon pulled out a space gun and covered his eyes
With a dark red headband of unusual size
He grinned, his big buckteeth stretched out to the sides

I'm think thats its time I change up the tides
Your a pest your a dog your a bee your a louse
I need to do Cory inside of the house

Oh god no, I knew this would be how it ends
At the end of my presidency, betrayed by my friends
Jhon please, you know me, I'm no stranger to you

But did Jhon even care?
(Waht that buton do?)

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