The Don's Brownshirt, the Don's Brownshirts
Are using batons, much better than quirts
The Don's Brownshirts just love to hurt
They give moms flashbangs and pepper gas squirts
Sent by a fool that cannot think
These thugs take orders that Ill Douché blurts
They're just tools of one that can't think
But knows how to ram fingers up a skirt
"Love my Brownshirts"!
Up they lap each of his lies
When he spews fallacious, racist dirt
Brownshirts, Brownshirts.
Not a mote of intellect
He foams and pants when he sees Brownshirts
"Love my Brownshirts"!
The Don's Brownshirts, the Don's Brownshirts
They didn't come to Portland to flirt
They're there to hurt, due process skirt
Don't care if folks wear a skirt or shirt
They’re thoughtless, they're thuggish
A thoughtless and thuggish
Thug sent his thugs out west
He's got Brownshirts, lawless blood-on-hands jerk
He's got Brownshirts, he loves Brownshirts
For shampoo on his rug does he use Pert?
Orange face with evil smirk
He hires masked thugs to do his dirty work
A smirking jerk
The guy sure loves Brownshirts
To do his dirty work
A voting alert
Please tell this worthless jerk
Goodbye!