Obama's ode to America.

I am," Your Furahh,"                                            I am a thief                                                    Feed on all that is yours, and as long as you allow, I'll keep taking                                                          I am, "Your Furahh,"                                            I don't give a shit about all that you, Americans hold sacred I'm gonna see you, see into, can you see me, you can never see me, here I am, peek-a-boo                                       I have a confesshin, I don't do my viewing of you for your protection                                                      I do it cause when I'm viewing you thru your computahh, I like to see you naked                                              And I get an erection                                        Please don't tell my wife, she might have a bad reaction
                                                                                                                              I'm like a mattress, I've been lied on a lot since my inauguration                                                   It really hurts my feelings, why are all yall, playa-hatin   Bill got blown but me, I don't eat no bacon                    To be honest, getting a direct answer out of me is like, pissing in the wind                                                   Why do all you, Americans and Congressmen dislike like the, Kenyin                                                        Why are you rollin hard, questioning my, "Final Solution Dream," While all I do is sit in my, White House and plot and scheme   To end the, American dream baby                                 I think I'm doing good, can you blame me                        I never was cool with, Christianity                           But I be hangin' tough with my man, Allah like a fiend
I duck and dodge low your queschins like a champ             Back in '08, I knew I was the man, But now I'm humble,(ha-ha-ha),                                                          An' I can only think about sending, 1.3 billyin to, Egypt again Man I really love those mother-fuckers                       They be my best frins-
So ask no questions, cause I'm to, aloof and haughty to answer any of them                                                     I got big ol' pupils an' blood shot eyes, from staying awake late at night                                                   I think, I'm on the brink, (wink-wink), if you know what I mean An, 300,000,000 negative peoples and a twelve step program couldn't stop me-
                                                                                                                            Cause I am, "Your Furrah," you understand, The illegitimate Son of Perdition, The T O P to the D O G, or the P O T to the G O D, Oh, my bad, not the, G O D,                                   The A to the L to the L to the A to the H, that's what I mean
An, I'm trippin, Said, I'm trippin
I am "Your Furahh                                               I am a thief                                                     I feed on all that is yours, and as long as you allow, I'll keep taking                                                          I am, "Your Furahh," and I don't give a shit about all that you, Americans hold sacred                                         I'm gonna see you, see into, can you see me, you can never see me                                                           Here I am, peek-a-boo                                           I have a confesshin, I don't do my viewing of you for your protection                                                      I do it cause when I'm viewing you thru your computahh, I like to see you naked                                                I get an erection                                           Please don't tell my wife, she might have a bad reaction-



A lotta people don't like me, an that's alright               But when I start peeking into their private lives, they get all uptight                                                       You can't un-tap the tapper master, son, so sit your ass down afore I zap yo ass with my drone-
Cause I'm so greasy, you can call me "Mud," an I feel a little, "Damage-Controls," gotta be enforced to make it thru this term                                                       I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts                 You can holler impeach all day, but resistance is futile against my cult-
Cause I am, "Your Furrah," you understand, The illegitimate Son of Perdition                                                  The T O P to the D O G, or the P O T to the G O D               Oh, my bad, not the, G O D                                    The A to the L to the L to the A to the H, that's what I mean
An, " I'm trippin, said, I'm trippin"
                                                                                                                                I am," Your Furahh,"                                            I am a thief An I feed on all that is yours                    As long as you allow, I'll keep taking                          I am, "Your Furahh,"                                            I don't give a shit about all that you, Americans hold sacred-                                                                                                                               I'm gonna see you, see into, can you see me, you can never see me, here I am, peek-a-boo                                       I have a confesshin                                              I don't do my viewing of you for your protection                I do it cause when I'm viewing you thru your computaah          I get an erection                                            Cause I like to see you naked                                  Please don't tell my wife, she might have a bad reaction-
                                                                                                                                I get a feeling of peace, from seeing my drones fly, as I sit in my chair an watch them, it brings a tear to my eye         Thoughts I have, I can't mold to sense, through the forest of my mind-
Born an raised in a foreign land                               An at times you can say, I'm outta hand                       I'm in a land of gypsies                                       Now this country, I run, every time I think about, I think I shit my bung,
Sometimes it seems so odd, when my veins are poppin, an I'm on my rug giving thanks to, Hollahh                                 I am, "Your Furahh," you understand                            An here in my head is my master plan
I'm gonna get you, I see you, I'm gonna get you, can you see me, here I am, peek-a-boo-