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Anti M-A-G-A anthem
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Anti M-A-G-A anthem
Anti maga anthem

Anti M-A-G-A anthem

Anti maga anthem
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2 months ago
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Lyrics

Trump in the club with Epstein’s crew,

Selling off girls like it’s nothing new.

Flight logs don’t lie, but you sure do,

Acting “innocent” while the cameras knew.

Gold-plated toilets, cheap-ass crown,

Broke-ass king of a bankrupt town.

You brag about towers, I see the cracks,

Coke in the desk, secrets in stacks.

Stormy spilled tea, and you still deny,

Dick like KFC—greasy, dry.

Can’t buy class, can’t buy grace,

Just spray-tan lies on a bloated face.

“Grab ‘em by the pussy”—that’s your fame,

Predator-in-chief, no shame in the game.

Girls half your age, contracts signed,

Daddy’s money made you blind.

Epstein’s ghost still haunts your bed,

Whispers the secrets you wish were dead.

Palm Beach nights, Mar-a-Lago whores,

Power bought pain behind locked doors.

You call yourself legend? Nah, you’re a stain,

A mobster’s puppet with a rotted brain.

History won’t crown you, it’ll spit in your grave,

America’s shame, a conman slave.

I’m Bunny, bitch—your reckoning call,

Your empire’s crumbling, I’ll torch it all.

Every name on the list, every sin you hide,

I’ll drag them screaming to the other side.

Trump’s Putin’s puppet, little bitch on a chain,

Dancing for rubles, no balls, no brain.

Kisses Vlad’s ring, bends over fast,

Selling out freedom to cover his ass.

Epstein’s list got your knees weak,

So you scream “witch hunt” every damn week.

Throwing up smoke while the fire’s right here—

Your name in the book, that’s why you fear.

You hide behind rallies, screaming in red,

But the girls you abused ain’t staying dead.

Receipts pile higher than your spray-tan lies,

History don’t forget, it crucifies.

You brag “alpha male,” but everyone sees—

You’re Putin’s lapdog, down on your knees.

A conman clown with his zipper undone,

Epstein’s ghost still calls you “son.”

Distract all you want, bitch, we still know,

Your empire’s filth, your family’s show.

Hehe Blessing Bitch Hehe blessings Bitch

You’re not a king, not a boss, not rich—

Just Russia’s whore, Epstein’s snitch.

Blessings hehe BITCH