If I am a liberal snowflake,

then you reek of conservative red.

If I jive with a joint in my face,

you’ll suggest that I’m next to be dead.

If you really think you’re the good guy,

then maybe you stop fake being happy.

She will be the reason you die,

all because you got way too sappy.

If I am right then you are wrong.

I stroll into work with my gun drawn.

I walk to the beat of my own song.

Some day I’ll have a a picket fenced lawn,

earning money for me and my fawn.

We fight and we argue but when it’s all said and done,

you’ll still be the Godfather of my first born son.

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