An open letter to the Fat
Arrogant
Anti-charismatic
National embarrassment
Known as president John Adams
(Shit)
The mans irrational, claims I'm in league
With Britain in some vast national intrigue
(Bitch please!)
You wouldn't know what I'm doing
You're always going berserk
You never show up to work
Give my regards to Abigail
Next time you write about my lack of moral compass
At least I do my job up in this rumpus
That line is behind me
I crossed it again
While the president lost it again
Aw, such a rough life
Better run and tell your wife
That the boss is in Boston again
Let me ask you a question, Who sits
At you desk when your in massachusetts
They were calling you a dick back in 76
And you haven't done anything new since
You're a nuisance with no sense
Say hi to the Jeffersons
And the spies all around me
Maybe they can confirm
I don't care if I kill my career with this letter
I'm confining you to one term
Sit down John
YOU FAT MOTHER FUCKER