In a palace in Pyongyang, rising from the "Flat Land"
On a big throne sits one little man
His world aspirations brings fear to his nation
He acts this way because he can
He thinks it would be nifty, goin' back to the 50s
When the whole peninsula was theirs
He may not have a soul, but he's been eyein' Seoul
And so he builds nukes, telling others, "Beware!"

The country he rules o'er is living in darkness
No, really; no power at all
He'd rather use atoms to overcompensate
For him and his daddy bein' small
No one can talk to him; not even that Rodman
To get him to stop wanting his way
And here in the U.S., we look out to the west
Across the Pacific to say:

You picked a bad time for nuking, Jung-un
We now have a POTUS who thinks this as a boon
You might abuse 'em, but our guy might use 'em
To end all the dissin' we're doin'
You picked a bad time for nuking, Jung-un

Trump says, "We have 'em so why can't we use 'em
To defend my made-great country?
I won't let Jung-un nuke us...well, unless it's a blue state
The ones who did not vote for me."
Kim may be crazy but he's kind of lazy
Fight us now? Has he lost his mind?!
Some night, late PM, all of our ICBMs
Could light him up time after time

You picked a bad time for nuking, Jung-un
With four hundred megatons, it makes Donald swoon
We've had some bad times, (but) you'll have some "rad" times
You might bring the Earth to its ruin
You picked a bad time for nuking, Jung-un

You picked a bad time for nuking, Jung-un
We now have a POTUS who thinks this as a boon
You might abuse 'em, but our guy might use 'em
To end all the dissin' we're doin'
You picked a bad time for nuking, Jung-un