The Deval went down to D.C., he was lookin’ for an election to steal. He was in a bind, ‘cuz he was way behind, and he was lookin’ to make a deal. When he came upon an old man tearing up the airwaves and crushing it hot, the Deval jumped up on his political stump and said, “Boy, le’me tell you what. I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a politician too, and if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you. Now, you play a pretty good campaign, boy, but give this Deval his due. I’ll bet American souls against your office of gold, ‘cuz I think I’m better than you.”
The old man said, “My name’s Donnie, and it might be a sin, but I’ll take that bet and you’re gonna regret, ‘cuz I’m the best that’s ever been.”
Donnie sharpen up your skills and play those airwaves hard, ‘cuz Hell’s broke loose in D.C. and the Deval’s sleeves are filled with cards. And if you win, you’ll keep this shiny office made of gold, but if you lose, the Deval gets our souls.
The Deval opened up his bag of tricks and pulled Obama from the bowels. Fire flew from his fingertips as he manipulated 44’s jowls. The Deval shoved his hand up 44’s ass and he made an evil hiss. Then the coalition of demons joined in and marched America into the abyss.
When the Deval finished Donnie said, “Well, you’re pretty good, old son, but sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it’s done.” Jobs on the rise, run folks, run. The Deval can’t catch us if we work as one. He’s a fox in the hen house who wants your dough. Gonna raise your taxes that’s fo’ sho’.
The Deval bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat. The Deval and Obama couldn’t take ol’ Donnie’s heat. Donnie said, “Deval, just come on back, if you ever wanna try again. I done told you once, you commie son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been!”