Ronald McDonald

[Verse 1: N8! (AKA !LLumiN@TE)]
Uh! Welcome to the home of the
Circus, where the greatest show on Earth is
Po’ riding a beast, holding a serpent
In these uncertain times
I’m too concerned with the perfect rhyme. No rhyme
Or reason, just fine for treason. Personal saviors
Just to exorcise the demons. This house is clean
The color of the vomit out your mouth is green
Channel Live coming out the screen, no
Screen protectors. Sitting at your kitchen table, trying to
Eat your breakfast, but he’s speaking reckless. You know
A clown gon’ be a clown. Even though he got
A shape, he gon’ be around. He is the bearer of
Bad news. Uh! All them checks and them balances
Past due. Uh! How you feed the college champions
Fast food? I thought Old McDonald had a farm
Even Mitch McConnell was alarmed. Alarm clock
Fastened to a bomb. Smoke up the ash from
The chassis of a bong. It’s the malice of a Don
Don Diva, Donald Duck, Don Cheeto
Don Draper ain’t a born leader. You got your
Slogan from the Reagan era. “Make America
Great Again”? Might take forever to make it better
ManKind

[Verse 2: SciryL]
Yo, welcome to the
Barbeque. This ain’t your mama or your father’s food
Donald Duck vibing in a monocle. President
47 minus 2 dropping bombs like it’s
Not hard to do, homie trying to fit Obama’s shoes
Homie talking all kinds of rude, bragging
Off the couple thousand that he promised you, stacking
Add another comma to the deck. It’s the barber
With the lineup to your head—huh! Sign up and you’re dead
‘Bout as valid at the promise of a federal agent
Dr. Frankenstein medical placement. In the air, feel
Death—you can taste it from the second that you step in the basement
That Elon Musk. Off to Mars as we
Step in this spaceship. DJ record
Lace it. Gotta lay spliff, I’m finna face it. Hmm
I feel impatient. This is worldwide instigations
And a lack of innovation. Getting
Complex and forgetting basics. This is unc’ forgetting
Vagrants, giving off an umph or giving fragrance
Punished for your statements, we survived summers in
The slave ships. Fuckers, it’s amazing. Dr. Patch
Adams, puppets for the patients, Harlem World
Pastor Mason affirmations, Erk and Jerk
Agitation, circle-jerk masturbation
Blurting words out of place, herbal burn, outer space
I’m disturbed, I’m an ape, I’m escaped
And I’ve heard there’s a bird I can scrape off the
Off the curb, so I’m here with a plate. This the
This the syrup for the steak off the breast of
A Duck. Off the head, better duck. Donald Trump
2020? Go ahead. Let’s discuss. Huh!
Unless you’re disgusted. Yuck!