"If twits were slime"

Yeah
Sing the song, bro

If his scum, fake news, they're slime
He don't mind, He don't mind (Yeah)
If the 'countants fell in the sea
Let them be, “twits taxing” (Alright)

Got his clown world of crooks, fool! and duh
And he eats really crappy food

Yes, now if twits, turds out to be slime,
He don't mind, he don't mind
If all the skinheads let grow all their hair
He don't care, he don't care, pig

'Cause he got sty clown world to golf through and duh!
And his brain did a sloppy poo

Trite blowhard conservative crashing down the street
Pointing their gastric farter at me, duh
They're groping goons, unkind, swill, slop with lies
But they're gonna wave their trick bag nein, nein! Doh!

Rave on, Rave on

All 'countants, just don't call on me
You're dead wrong, Mr. IRS man, you can't mess with me

No dummies know what I'm tweeting about
I got my own lies to lie
I'm the one that's going to lie when it's time for me to lie
So let me lie my lies the way I want to
There, sin on, others!
Pray on, dumber