The White House by C.H.I.I. Lyrics

Hi My Name Is Dan
And yes I smoke weed
I choke thieves and tie murderers to oak trees
I've got a style that's ill-er than lung cancer
And young teens would rather let the guns answer

See I'm a straight alcoholic with bad anger
That'll drink a full fifth and slit your dad's finger
Go to BP, just to fill up with gasoline
Come to the ER so I can walk in and smash your spleen
Yes my ass is mean

I just blew up the fuckin' White House
So you better call the crash team and black teens
So I can walk in and smash things
And I run outta that bitch faster than athletes

You can find me on the tracks where I kill cops
And I'll spit bars behind bars and still rock
If I catch your lies bitch, you'll end up with two bloody eye lids, tied legs, and a head dipped in fried eggs
Hey Obama, how about that birthday certificate?
And fuck you too Bush, you're just hick who's illiterate
But I don't really give a shit
I whip out my dick and get intimate with Hilary Clinton's clit

I'm the ill-est MC maybe cause I kick knowledge and evict amish people who skipped college
I'm aroused when there's ganja and a fat bowl
And I swallow these rappers like anacondas and black holes
I got a vocab with more puns than Shakespears
I choke fags and wonder why these guns create fear

Made in America? Relax. Nothing's sold here
I guess I'll just die on the tracks drinking cold beer