The Kemp Clown racist's wingnut-wrong
Duke, rah! Duke-awed
The Kemp Clown craves to waste a throng
So Douche Czar brays

"Go out to bars at night
Go back to work all day
We'll put you, mortis'd, in a body bag
Cache coffins out of the way"

He don't mind illness and he don't mind loss
Death star, Death Czar
He wastes more people than a mobster boss
Apes Capo ways
He'll stick dead bodies into a dug hole
Doomed gramps, doomed aunts
The Grim Georgia Reaper is his role
That's his forte

"Scram out to bars at night
Cram into church and pray
Wrap you like a mummy in a body bag
Once you are out of the way"

Voter suppression's his other tack
Blanched, yeah! Blacks, naw!!
Salivates* to bring the poll tax back
Keep 'em at bay!
To Supremacysts [sic] he is a star
"Duke's boss"!…Stu's cross**
(Stu's bars loose war)
Near as treacherous as William Barr
In Putin's pay

Crowin' for the Alt Reich
Crowin' for their alt ways
He stuffs soiled money in a bulging bag
Laughs at the death stats all day

Rigged the vote so he couldn't be beat
Dacha Don's con
Only way he could defeat
Abrams in fray
Now his aim's to fill up the body bags
Doomed tots, doomed profs
Busses Fuehrer's butt, but it's naught he gags
Tongue up all way

Ho'in' for the Turd Reich
Ho'in' for their alt ways
He doesn't salute the US flag
But one from the good ole days

*anagram of "slave as it"
**JEB Stuart, Confederate flag