Great Again from Target Demo by KRAMER VERSES

CHORUS:
In this era of beta men
Make America great again
What’s at stake is the fate of men
But I’m making it great again

I be that give no fucks, got no fear guy
My steez is pickup trucks and John Deere fly
I keep a pretty buxom blonde nearby
Don’t need no liberal cucks on that queer eye - I
I focus on solutions, won’t take that PC crap
Love the constitution and making beats that slap
These fuckers wanna do shit, well, great, my team is strapped
They love to call us stupid, but they can’t read a map
It’s mostly red, in all the polls we led
Look what they chose instead
Crooked and close to dead
And when he fall, bet we’ll turn all red
We’ll be all set, we’ll build that wall yet
Kick out all these minorities, they’re not what they seem
They’ll bow to the authority of god’s regime
Somehow we’re the majority but not mainstream?
White power, greed, and rural beef, we on the same team


CHORUS:
In this era of beta men
Make America great again
What’s at stake is the fate of men
But I’m making it great again

I fight for free democracy, the nation’s mine to lose
This tyranny is causing me to break, light the fuse
I don’t need a glossary, it’s fake like the news
And irony is lost on me, don’t take my right to choose
And what do I choose…
Mexicans driving in coke? Nah
Deficit’s high and we’re broke? Nah
Leftists tryna be woke
They can’t accept their whole side is a joke,
With the stolen election, nation’s in a slump
There was no insurrection, they just after trump
They throw an interception, we paying at the pump
Stay holding for this next shit, making the track bump
Like taking a fat dump,
My shit it’s better than most competitors’ flows
So repetitive, those
Put me to sleep like a sedative dose
Like any confederate veteran knows,
The wetter you water the tree of freedom, yup
The better it grows

Spill that blood, boy, spill that blood, boy
Spill that blood, boy, God’s will be done, boy


CHORUS

Now we got Bidenflation, with rates unaffordable
Crime and immigration to date it’s historical
A migrant invasion, I hate it, it’s horrible
But god forbid I say shit, they say I’m deplorable
Yeah?- of course I am, bro
A poor man’s Rambo
My shorts are cammo
Got all sorts of ammo
In my bunker with my guns and a mass of canned food
Stay hunkering for months, I’m a last stand dude
Skunk up in my blunts, just need ass and booze
Make fucking sure my sons get a pass, can’t lose
I stay creating content, wear the perfect hat
Satan-made or godsent, there’s no turning back
While losers leaving comments, Q is serving fact
While you believe in nonsense, I proved the earth is flat

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