P.S. I thought Trump’s last rambling Epstein post sounded nuts, have you read his latest?!

“In the time of chimpanzees

I was a monkey

Butane in my veins

And I'm out to cut the junkie

With the plastic eyeballs,

Spray-paint the vegetables

Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights

And put it in neutral

Stock car flaming with a loser

And the cruise control

Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D

Got a couple of couches,

Sleep on the love seat

Someone keeps saying

I'm insane to complain

About a shotgun wedding

And a stain on my shirt

Don't believe everything that you breathe

You get a parking violation

And a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face

With some mace in the dark

Saving all your food stamps

And burning down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare

Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber

'Cause one's got a weasel

And the other's got a flag

One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the rerun shows

And the cocaine nose-job

The daytime crap of the folksinger slob

He hung himself with a guitar string

Slab of turkey-neck

And it's hanging from a pigeon wing

You can't write if you can't relate

Trade the cash for the beat

For the body for the hate

And my time is a piece of wax

Falling on a termite

Who's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Drive-by body-pierce)

(Yo, bring it on down)

Soy

(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;

Things are gonna change

I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(I can't believe you)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Sprechen Sie Deutsch, baby?)

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Know what I'm saying?)”

Tomorrow’s gonna be great, I can feel. GN

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