Obama Milli Remix Lyrics

Intro:A.P.T.!
Yeah I’m goin’ in…
Verse 1:Call him “President,” he’s the next new President hereSenator, from Illinois, yeahHis criteria compared to John McCain just isn’t fairCause he’s B-L-A-C, so the eyes are on heThrough his pencil, he write legislation, with the country on his mindAnd he don’t coat ish, cause he ain’t got timeEvery second, minute, hour, KKK wanna devourHe got guards ready to pop ‘em, with their ch-ch-ch-ch-choppersEvery brother, mother, sister, cousin, grandma wanna hump himEven got Hilary Clinton on the side ready to jump himTell the Clintons “Ha ha ha ha,” couldn’t catch him, couldn’t stop himThey go by the party rules, if you can’t beat him, you can’t top himThought she’d smack him, couldn’t pop ‘em, Delegates, couldn’t cop ‘emBill Clinton couldn’t help her, too bad she couldn’t drop ‘em, woo!
Man, Obama‘s so Illlll…
Verse 2:Obama goes here, Obama goes thereSayin’ “Yes We Can” with wife Michelly, he’s hittin’ that derriereHe travel to Arizona, ready to cause some dramaHopin’ McCain will comment, “Look at that bastard ObamaHe’s too young, he’s too hip, Negros always ‘causin’ problems”His pale-lookin’ face got him lookin’ like a goblin!Mac-Cain, Mac-Cain, please don’t vote for Mac-CainFirst day up in office, talkin’ ‘bout some heart painsCall the ambulance, QUICK! All you hear is sirensHis temper isn’t private - Dang, I hate a mad prickDon’t you hate a mad prick? Plus, McCain’s an old prickBarack’s a younger guy, So choose him, he’s the right pick(Laugh) But if you choose the wrong pickYour step-son’ll probably end up in Iraq quick!His health clan plan is so immac’lateSo even if your broke, and can’t afford to take a doc tripYou’ll be feelin’ much better - not sickAnd, he’s okay, but his wife’s sickAnd her back’s thick, And her walk’s slickShe’s a fly chick - I’d hit!
Man, Obama‘s so Illlll…
Verse 3:He’s makin’ history like X, King and Douglas, and RFKObama, he’s that “new black,” true thatRed-necks saaaay “He won’t beat John McCainHe don’t wear a flag pin, his middle name’s Hussein,” butWho gon’ be dat boy dat doubt dat boy dey call “Obama”Got Republicans sweatin’ like they up in Saunas (whew!)Even McCain’s 90-something mamaBe ready to pull his lever every hour (Laugh)And I’d rather eat a field mouseThan to see John McCain in the White HouseVote Obama in, and I promiseHe won’t turn back into some Uncle Thomas (Aaaaaa!)No Aunt Jemimah or Southern Fried chickenCall him “Chief Obama,” or “Mr. Keeps on Tickin”Man, Pastor Wright’s comments couldn’t stop his tallyEven Oprah Winfrey said she was behind himPeople, I say this country’s no hope without himBut he’s gotta go out and relate to everybodyHe do what he do, like give his wife a hug and then a fist dapGotta do that stuff in public, so the hood’ll know that -He’s blackGotta use big words, white people love to hear itIf they hear it, they don’t fear him, they don’t know him, but they feel himThat’s real….
Obama… ‘08… White House, a-ha!


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GO Obama!!!