Rotten to the Core

They chopped trump's hands off he can't steal no more    
and they lowered him down on a pointy stake    
down to his rotten, sex offending core,    
   
'Cause he ran, ran, ran, to a foreign shore    
but I guess he's thinking now, ' whoa, big mistake, '
they chopped trump's hands off he can't steal no more    
   
They're gathering wood it's their Holy Law    
if he could feel anything he would  quake    
down to his rotten, sex offending core,    
   
They've gathered wood but gonna need much more    
oh, how his screaming lying jaw must ache    
they chopped trump's hands off he can't steal no more    
   
Ruined the expensive suit bilked from a store    
but that was shed like the skin of this snake    
down to his rotten, sex offending core,    
   
They'll set him alight settle some old scores    
and that memory won't keep them awake,    
they chopped trump's hands off he can't steal no more    
down to his rotten, sex offending core.