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Yeah
Turn the mic up... louder
We got a real estate agent in the Oval Office again?
He thinks the globe is just a Monopoly board
Check it!
Yo, the Cheeto-in-Chief is back, beefing with logic
He views the hemisphere as a project for profit
Diabetic fingers twitching, itching to launch a rocket
Or maybe just buy a country and put it inside his pocket
He’s looking at the map like a menu at McDonald’s
I’ll take a side of fries and the archipelago of the Solomon’s
But check the flight logs, yeah, check the plane
He’s sweating bullets over files from Epstein
Narcissistic artist, the darkest, his brain’s a carcass
Trading treaties for tweets, treating the world like target practice
His ego’s gargantuan, hands are miniature
Signing executive orders just to finish the furniture
He says, "Make America Great," but the definition is blurry
He wants the whole continent in a hurry, vision is slurried
He wants to buy it all, annex the soil and the souls
From the Aztec pyramids to the North Pole’s cold
It ain't diplomacy, it’s a hostile takeover spree
Manifest Destiny on meth, land of the (not so) free
Grab 'em by the borders, impose new orders
The Eagle’s got claws and hoarding disorders
Now look at Greenland, he’s back on that ice and gold trip
Tweetin’ Denmark: Name your price, I’ll make the deal quick
"Not for sale," they say — Watch me slap tariffs thick
25% and climbing till you fold, you socialist prick!
Absurdity? Certainly. But wait, he’s turning his gaze
To the Great White North, now under Carney’s phase
Mark, you’re a banker boy, soft as fiat dough
I’ll make Canada the 51st or crush your economy slow
Fifty-first state? Nah, just a parking lot for his fleet
Turn Toronto into Trump Tower, place a casino on the street
He calls 'em "Maple Mexicans," building a tariff wall of steel
Charging 'em everything and rolling the nuclear wheel
Pivot South, mouth foaming, the spray tan is glowing
He snatched Maduro like a late-night DEA showing
Special forces raid, January '26, Caracas in flames
Grabbed the socialist kingpin, now he’s in New York chains
"Fentanyl king," they claim, wife and son in the net
Venezuela screams "kidnapping," but he’s not done yet
Mexico next: "Invade!" he yells at the crowd
Shoot the legs, build the wall twice as loud!
He wants the Baja for another golf course dream
Tariffs at 100%, sovereignty? Just a meme
And Cuba? Havana? Blockade the oil, starve the regime
Naval ships circling, bring back the mob, the scheme
Bay of Pigs reloaded, but this time with drones and tweets
Led by a guy who cheats at golf and never retreats
He treats the Geneva Convention like optional advice
Any pushback? Instant chaotic device
He treats the globe like a starlet, drunk and woozy
Just moves on her heavy and grabs her by the pussy!
You got people waiting for "The Storm," trusting the plan?
Q-Anon freaks thinking he’s God’s own man?
Waiting for JFK Junior to rise from the dead?
The only storm coming is the rot in his head
It’s a LARP for the lonely, a cult for the blind
While he sells you out and leaves you behind
But real history? That holds the receipts
Now rewind the time, go back to '07
When the world was asleep, thinking the West was a heaven
Munich Security Conference, the room got chilly
A man stood up, not acting silly or hilly-billy
Vladimir looked at the camera, cold eyes like steel
Warned you about the "Unipolar" imperial feel
He said the U.S. oversteps, hyper-use of force
Expanding borders, staying on a collision course
You laughed at the Russian, called him paranoid and strange
But look at the Orange Man now, looking to rearrange
The whole damn atlas with a contractor's pen
Turns out the ruthless spy from the Kremlin was right back then
One hundred percent correct on the arrogance shown
Now the chickens have hatched, and the cover is blown!
He wants to buy it all, annex the soil and the souls
From the Aztec pyramids to the North Pole’s cold
It ain't diplomacy, it’s a hostile takeover spree
Manifest Destiny on meth, land of the (not so) free
Grab 'em by the borders, impose new orders
The Eagle’s got claws and hoarding disorders
Yeah
Art of the Deal, huh?
Art of the Steal
Not so free
