Guy don’t vet no nasty factions,
guy don’t vet no ghastly factions.
Then he lies, and he lies, and he lies.
Guy don’t vet no; get can’t vet no.

So, I’m drivin’ in my car,
and Tapper comes on the Radio.
He’s asking him more and more
to give him some clarification
’bout endorsement from abomination.
Got regrets? No, no, no no.
KKK says he’s the way.

Guy don’t vet no rancid factions,
guy don’t vet no a$$hole factions.
Then he lies, and he lies, and he lies.
Guy don’t vet no; get can’t vet no.

It’s repeated on TV,
so that man lies that his earpiece
had volume squawk, decrease.
He heard it with élan; he’s just blowing smoke—
bullshit will never cease.
All mendacio, smoke blow-blow.
KKK is just OK!

Guy don’t vet no racist factions,
guy can’t vet no scary factions.
Then he lies, and he lies, and he lies.
Guy don’t vet no; get can’t vet no.

Then he’s lying ’bout the world,
and he’s “yuge”ing sh!t and Narcissising crap ,
and he’s making up some “pearls”
of wit-none. Crazy are those who believe what he speaks
and his sleazy clique of circus freaks.
Yet ahead goes this grotesque toad.

Pay, pay, pay—he wins, we’ll pay,
we don’t vet no, we don’t vet no, we don’t vet no
gross ghastly “Kampf” man.