A DC State of Mind (A Russian Hip Hop song) by Bobby-3-Sticks
Ayo, Democrats, it’s time.
It’s time, Democrats, alright, Democrats, begin.
The mouse drops deep, as does my cat.
I never do lying, ’cause to lie is like a mat.
Beyond that Repub wall, real life is defined.
I think of collusion, when I’m in a DC state of mind.
Hope that Rudy has got no more hooey.
My moody don’t like no dirty nudie.
He runs up to the tellie and get all screwy.
In a DC state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The clueless mouse?
You complain about Trump.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the house.
I’m rappin’ at the Russians,
And I’m being moved by their percussions.
Greedy, racist, guilty, like a Trump,
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were his chump.
I can’t take the Trump, can’t take the mouse.
I would a turned to stealing, but I ain’t no louse.
I’m rappin’ to their percussions,
And I’m gonna move on them Russians.
Yea, yaz, in a DC state of mind.
That stupid Rudy is quite the fool.
Thinking of collusion. Yaz, thinking of collusion, collusion.