A Message From Senator McCain and President Bush

Obama: You ain't got shit on us.

Bush) Bad Boyz... we ain't gon' stop

Verse One: McCain

Now with G-Dubs on the hot seat I'm like the fresh treat

Put it out all the bustahs bet I can get the vote, sheep (that's right)
Leave a po' boy without shit to eat fronting like
Bad Boyz ain't got cheese (wiggas gotta wear sheets)
There's no guy slicker than this old white figga

Nickel nine soulja floss - you die quicker (uh huh)
This presidential time outta senate flipper
Turn Cristal into a five c-note slipper
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around with my Cheney staff, get a heat rash

Anything in Bad Boyz way we smash (Iraq)
Billion G stash, push a bulletproof convoy and mash (uh huh)
I'm through with bein a vet and a brawler
Already got me one rich bad cunt, as I call her
Mac gonna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed

Rock Versace silks over crushed velvet
Got green never seen so the press suck my jewels
Clutch my uz', anything I touch they use
G-Dubs make his own laws, democrats fuck your rules (that's right)

Obama Hussein, you know you can't touch us dudes

[Bush] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
[Bush] We're tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah

Verse Two: McCain


Broken glass everywhere *glass shatters*
if Iraq ain't about the money, G-Dubs, I just don't care (that's right)
I'm that POW fly guy, sometimes wiseguy
Don't spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I

(Mac can you please stop talking without teleprompters?)
G-Dub why try? I'm a vet, straight talk express- though I'm gonna lie
I be out in D.C., suckin' off the lobby
Middle class ain't worthy to rock my derby

Though I'm never present, I'm the future president, G
Though I know the Barack be wantin to crack me (uh-huh)
Could it be I lie as smoove as Bugsy? (yeah)
Or at the Senate with too many working for a lobby? (c'mon)

Yo I think it must be the right wing want to lust me
Or is it simply the rich rascist pastors just love me
Po' folx wanna: keep their homes, put food on their plates,
Pay off they bills, control they fate, disrespect my life (uhh)

I'm like, "Damn, how these suckaz got these steaks?
Used to be my slaves, how you gonna plot on my wife?"
Do you think you can take me, cause dems hate me?
Or you got your Rh.D; Republican Hater's Degree? (Ahaha!)


Chorus: McCain, Bush

[Mac] Can't nobody take my pride
[Bush] Uh-uh, uh-uh
[Mac] Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no
[Mac] I got to keep on movin

Verse Three: McCain


Quit that! (uh-huh) Obama ain't a big Mac! (yeah)
Where your votes at? (yeah) Where your majority whips at? (where dey at?)
Wherever you get votes, I'm a fix that
Everything that's survivor shit, I did that (that's right)

Don't knock me cause you're not a POW
I'm torture proved with crew (*whistling*) straight talk on you
A lot of simple men be wantin to hear it too
Cause their words just can't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh)

We spend cheese, bombing some oil countries
Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe)
You name it, I could claim it
Old, white, and famous, with money hangin out the anus
And when you need a hit, who you go and get? (who?)

Vote against me? (Not a good bet)
I'll start a war that'll rearrange your whole set (that's right)
and got a home I ain't even lived in yet.