Uh! Backwards!      C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! (c'mon!)      Oh no, struck by greased lightning   F'ed by the same last name, you know what?   China ain't never givin back that god damned plane   Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration   Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain   Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten   The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in   Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination   I'm just sayin, sayin   Who voted for that asshole of your nation?   Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush   Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres   Who did what RayGun [Reagan] said   And then became prez himself, went for delf   Knee deep in his damned self   Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit   Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it   No you cannot freestyle this   Cause you still ain't free   If I fight for y'all then they get me   How many o y'all is comin to get me?   None! Cause it's easier to forget me   Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone   You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone   I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone   Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the illuminati   Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party!      He's the son of a Baaaaaad man   The son of a bad...   He's the son of a Baaaaaad man   Son of a bad..........      Now here's the pitch   Hiding inside certified genocide   Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush?   Out of nowhere headed to the hot house   Killed 135 at the last count   Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! (c'mon)   Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance   Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine   Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush   Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did (the father)   Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid   Go on!      He's the son of a Baaaaaad man   The son of a bad...   He's the son of a Baaaaaad man   Son of a bad.........      the father, the son...   the father, the son...   (go on, better go on)   the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit   The father...   The father...      Coke is the real thing   Used to make you swing   Used to be yo thing   Daddy had you under his wing   Uhh, son of a Bush   Bringin kilos to fill up silos   You probably sniffed piles   Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles   That shit is wild   That shit is wild CIA child   That shit is wild CIA child......      He's the son of a Baaaaaad man   The son of a bad...   He's the son of a Baaaaaad man   Son of a bad......      Son of a bad, man