You can't force wokism on me, I'm not stupid enough.
I'm white, I'm alright, and I think I'm pretty tough.
I've whipped some bada**es, Some have whipped me.
At least I put up my dukes, I'm not some pansy.
I'm not like Joe Biden, a fool who talks a big game.
I'm not here to pursue, fifteen minutes of fame.
I'm here to live my life, I'm here to honor my God.
I want nothing to do with the Master of Fraud.
My measure's been taken, I've answered the call.
It's true, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
The larger the coward, the quicker they'll run.
To tell the truth later, when the lie has benn spun'.
Joe Biden is a weak man, a phony chest beater.
A lousy president, perhaps a good Walmart Greeter.
He can have a good day, before the meth has wore off.
Other than that, he's not shown how people scoff.
He thinks he's so popular, he's a misguided putz.
No ones lining up to kiss Joe Biden's stinky butt.
The polls are misleading, always fixed in Joe's favor.
Everyone knows, except that one stupid neighbor.
The one with pro-choice signs and purple haired kids.
The one who's dealing drugs and is way off the grid.
I'm just a regular guy, I've had my share of concussions.
When Biden screws up I feel the repercussions.
I'm never approving of his damn agenda from Hell.
I pray every night for our shining city on the hill.
I ask God for guidance, I'm guided to do what I do.
Telling everyone Joe's an idiot and keep turning screws.
Not everyone's mentally challenged, some folks are aware.
That Joe Biden is the last person we need in our hair.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/15/23