Lyrics

The gig is up, you been caught red-handed, out the cookie jar, let me be candid.
Highjacked an ally, highjacked a claim, to make you look good, hide your true claim to fame
The GOP, during Civil War, was the party of justice, for the country to restore.
Lincoln rose to power, from his own truth, to free the slaves, until he met John Wilkes Booth.

The injustice not over, the Jim Crow laws, plagued the South for a century, Southern men joined the cause.
To keep niggers slaves in a different way, terrorized our kind, from out necks we did sway.
Southern Democrats realized states rights was the tool, to flip the party, oh don’t be a fool.
Join the other side, and continue the horror, segregation today, segregation tomorrow.

A sleight of hand to give them more power, move away from the party that began to sour.
Being Republican has big benefits, big business pro-War, more money we gets.
Civil rights, yeah right, we’ll just keep the label, support equal rights, that one’s just a fable.
So you are a fool, if you believe the party, stands for your kind, history class were you tardy?

Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all a big game.
Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all done for fame.
The party of Lincoln, what a big joke, nothing more absurd, an invisible cloak.
Stand in front the Memorial, a good photo op, if statue could move, shit the floor, hear it drop.

Show his birth certificate, he asked of Obama, Central Park 5 hang ‘em high, oh stop with the drama.
White supremist rally, oh I’m sure their fine people, Trump uttered that phrase, to assemble his people.
A history of black folks, turned away from your property, housing discriminate, it took a decree.
Blacks for Trump, a Bronx rally, you paid for them rappers, murder charges, up your alley.

Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all a big game.
Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all done for fame.
The party of Lincoln, what a big joke, nothing more absurd, an invisible cloak.
Stand in front the Memorial, a good photo op, if statue could move, shit the floor, hear it drop.

So niggers who stand, up for this fool, a party you switched, need you go back to school.
Don’t be stupid, don’t be exploited, Blacks for Trump, your kind need be avoided.
21st Century coon, used like a puppet, nothing but a race traitor, for your bullshit, here’s a bucket
The party of Lincoln, you hear in the South, bluh, just threw up in my mouth.

Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all a big game.
Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all done for fame.
The party of Lincoln, what a big joke, nothing more absurd, an invisible cloak.
Stand in front the Memorial, a good photo op, if statue could move, shit the floor, hear it drop.

Show his birth certificate, he asked of Obama, Central Park 5 hang ‘em high, oh stop with the drama.
White supremist rally, oh I’m sure their fine people, Trump uttered that phrase, to assemble his people.
A history of black folks, turned away from your property, housing discriminate, it took a decree.
Blacks for Trump, a Bronx rally, you paid for them rappers, murder charges, up your alley.

Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all a big game.
Got a lot of nerve, to use this claim, your claim is just lie, it’s all done for fame.
The party of Lincoln, what a big joke, nothing more absurd, an invisible cloak.
Stand in front the Memorial, a good photo op, if statue could move, shit the floor, hear it drop.