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Any White House Dude Won't Tell You

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I've never seen you lying so bad
My plucky one
You tell me that your superfine lie
Has come undone

Any white house dude with half a heart
Surely will tell you my friend
Your Benghazi words all broke apart
Ain't together my friend

When Benghazi is at your door
And you didn't want it there, no more
Any white house dude won't tell you
Any white house dude won't tell you

Have you ever seen Hillary's tears?
She was a mime
Like the ones on the street
She has seen better times

Any white house dude with half a brain
Surely will tell you, my friend
Any major lie that breaks in twain
Will fall apart with you

When Benghazi is at your door
And you didn't want it there, no more
Any white house dude won't tell you
Any white house dude won't tell you

We you tell us all you know, the way it goes
That's what to do
You can try to run, but you can't hide
From what's emailed to you

Any white house dude with half a brain
Surely will tell you, my friend
Any major lie that breaks in twain
Will fall apart with you

When the truth is at your door
In the morning it won't be there, no more
Any white house dude won't tell you
Any white house dude won't tell you
Any white house dude won't tell you



We know you're deceiving, that's OK
We thought your little stonewall had just begun
I guessed you must have shamed yourself, you guard The One
But if you need a game restart

Hillie don't lose that scapegoat
You don't need to blame nobody else
Send him off to a prison for a spell
Hillie, don't lose that scapegoat
He's the only one you own
You might drag him right off in fetters
When he's at home

I have a friend in town, he lost a son
You might go jive him about videos
You might send Rice to play games, I don't know
But if you need a game restart

Hillie, don't lose that scapegoat
You don't want to blame nobody else
Send him off in fetters for a spell
Hillie don't lose that scapegoat
He's the only one you own
Might abuse him and you'll feel better
When you get home

You say what difference does it make
But you don't even know the stakes
And you could have a game restart

Hillie don't lose that scapegoat
You don't wanna blame nobody else
Send him off to a prison for a spell
Hillie, don't lose that scapegoat
He's the only one you own
Might roust him and you'll feel better
When he's at home

Hillie, don't lose that scapegoat

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The next mornin' you went gunnin' for the man who made a movie
And you lied till they caught him and you get solace with reporters
And the mourners are all cryin' as your lies fall at their feet
But the hangman didn't hang them, now killers run Benghazi


You go Barack, lying again, Deals turnin' 'round and 'round
You go Barack, lying again

Well you know she's a climber so you find yourself a friend
In a room with congress, She says there's no difference in the end
Then tell a few more wild ones, and you avoid any sorrow
All the time we saw you smilin'; Vacay in Kilimanjaro

You go Barack, lying again, Deals turnin' 'round and 'round
You go Barack, lying again

Now dear Susan Rice did tells us that it was a video;
As you flew right down to Vegas get some deniro in your hands
Your race card can buy you passes so you play it when you're able
When you meet with Trey Gowdy you must defend all your fables


You go Barack, lying again, Deals turnin' 'round and 'round
You go Barack, lying again


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Feelin' All The Years





Your everlasting campaign is now fading fast
So you post about some hashtags like you think that's gonna pass
Well you wouldn't know a terrorist if they cut off your right hand
The things you think expedient I can't understand

Are you feelin' all your years?
Stowin' away your lies?
I see you're drinkin' up more beer
And you're startin' now to whine

Are you feelin' all your years?
Stowin' away your lies?
I see you're drinkin' up more beer
And you're startin' now to whine

You're tellin' us you're a Goldwater girl since age seventeen
In all the time we've known you we still don't know what you mean
Then Welsey and Bill Clinton didn't turn out like you planned
The things you claim as knowledge I can't understand

Are you feelin' all your years?
Stowin' away your lies?
I see you're drinkin' up more beer
And you're startin' now to whine

Are you feelin' all your years?
Stowin' away your lies?
I see you're drinkin' up more beer
And you're startin' now to whine

You stole a lot of money and you should be spending time
The lies you told in Washington are etched across our mind
After all the girls Bill's done and seen you're standin' by your man
How you find Bill useful I can't understand

Are you feelin' all your years?
Stowin' away your lies?
I see you're drinkin' up more beer
And you're startin' now to whine

Are you feelin' all your years?
Stowin' away your lies?
I see you're drinkin' up more beer
And you're startin' now to whine

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Won't Make it Alive.... From the Album, "The Royal Scam"




Agents of Islam
Luckless Ambassadors
We know you're out there
Rage in your eyes and grenade launchers
Saying all is for Allah
Mad dogs surround us
How can I answer
Islam has a mind to kill everything

I'm an American son
I didn't come to shoot no one
Well seems we're ignored back in Washington
Won't make it alive
Got two Special Forces guys
We can't hold out here all night
Not answering the phone back in Washington
Won't make it alive

We can see the evil crowd
The blood and the slaughter
I hear on my line
The mechanized hum of a busy phone
Where the sun's not shining
No help is coming
Here in this darkness
I know that we're done
I know now we're left to die

I'm an American son
I didn't come to shoot no one
Well seems we're ignored back in Washington
Won't make it alive
Got two Special Forces guys
We can't hold out here all night
Not answering the phone back in Washington
Won't make it alive

I'm an American son
I didn't come to shoot no one
Well seems we're ignored back in Washington
Won't make it alive
Got two Special Forces guys
We can't hold out here all night
Not answering the phone back in Washington
Won't make it alive

Won't make it alive

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The Royal Scam



And they wandered in
From city of Washington
With made up lines
Wearing smiles that lied
Both red and green
Colors of the watermelon
Like they're made of scions
They looked upon their vanquished land
Where their own life was sweet
And this scandal hide
From the media
And they hide it from the street

See the gory
Of this royal scam

They were hunted down
In that Benghazi town
Amid the ruins
Where they learn to fear
An angry race of Islam beings
These dark companions
Keep the memory of
Great Crusades and Jihads
And savage victories
On each Christian saint
Hung on the wall, shared their doom
As common sinners

See the gory
Of this royal scam

On the bloodied wall
It tells it all
He says they've died and gone to heaven
Now the tale is told
By Obama back home
He reads a letter
About some bad video
Was the babble in the back room
Took all night save their hides
Then they wandered in
From the city Washington with this big line

See the gory
Of this royal scam

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The Prez



Hashtag.jpg


No we're never gonna do it
Without the prez on, oh no
No we're never gonna do it
Without the prez on, oh no

The Hashtag plan, It's action man
He wants to be your Twitter man

No we're never gonna do it
Without the prez on, oh no
Ain't never gonna do it
Without the prez on, oh no

The Hashtag plan, It's action man
He wants to be your Twitter man

No we're never gonna do it
Without the prez on, oh no
Can't make us do it
Without the prez on, oh no

The Hashtag plan, It's action man
He wants to be your Twitter man

No, it is not I that inspired all this, Comrade Director! Such a prodigious outpouring of hooliganism could only be the result of the machinations of The Koch Brothers.

And how many bowing smileys would it take to do justice to "Won't Make It Out Alive?" OH MY POTUS!


Really, there is only one word to describe it -- Fierce!

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Thank you comrade... I must say that one really brought a tear to my eyes...

(With the benefit of having this song percolate in my mind for 8 years ...)

Raging of Islam
Luckless ambassadors
I know you're out there
With rage in your hearts and your RPG's
Slaying for Allah's Virgins
Mad dogs surround us
How can we answer
Islam has a mind to kill everything

I'm no Blue Stater son
Wasn't raised to mooch no one
Well, I greased some crazed men here in Libya
Not likely to survive
Got a laser finder light
I can't hold this paint all night
Well they called off "AC" back in Washington
Won't make it out alive

Can you hear the evil crowd
The Allahs and the Akbars
I hear in the darkness
The ballistical "Whump" of a mortar round
Where white flash is blinding
No help is coming
Here in the darkness
I know that I'm gone
I know we were hung out to dry

Im no Blue Stater son
Didnt want to die so young
Written off by old men back in Washington
Wont make it out alive
Got my Special Forces guys
We cant hold them off all night
Not answering the phone back in Washington
Wont make it out alive


PROGG OFF: This has nothing to do with HRC's craven behavior, but doesn't this song have one of the greatest guitar intros in Rock & Roll history?

I think we have enough songs for album now, Comrade Director



We're gonna break out our fascist booters
When Basseley* comes home
We're gonna jack up that punk Nakoula
When Basseley comes home tonight
We're gonna park up the street
Slap on the cuffs and take him
Throw him in jail till the Pres says when
Trump up a charge and fake it
When Basseley comes home

When Basseley comes home .. so good
He's the talk of the neighborhood
He's the soft mark, the fall guy
He's played like a decoy
For the Dems big lie

Hil, can you use a scapegoat
She'll never say no (NO!)
Hide him with beat up trench coat
We'll roust him from his house tonight
We're gonna light up the street
Strike at the stroke at midnight
Make him perp walk till the Hil says when
Toss him in jail by daylight
When Basseley comes home

When Basseley comes home .. too bad
Lost all rights that he ever had
He's the big chump, the fall guy
They preyed on this Coptic
To make their story fly

When Basseley comes home .. so good
He's the talk of the neighborhood
Got a raw deal .. a rail road
They preyed on this Coptic
They're in lying mode

*(Middle name of Nakoula Basseley Nakoula)





Up on the the 'Ile
They wont fix no blame
Wont say our name
Kaffir music at a hall bloodstained
Here at the Jew club above the Seine
Islam
When all their jive stance-ing is through
They bow to you

Up on the 'Ile
They in time will learn
There's no return
Sounds of bombings in the air tonight
Throw out the lawfare
Let's do it right
Islam
When all their jive prance-ing is through
They bow to you

Up on the 'Ile
They'll avenge this day
Or so they say
Violent shooting always sets me free
AK's on auto sound good to me
Islam
When all their sham postures are through
They bow to you

Bumped for timeliness of final song (with slight rewrite)

Up on the Hill
BO wont speak its name
It's quite insane
ISIS shooter on a murder spree
Killing despised group, without mercy
Islam
When all their jive canting is thru
They bow to you

Up on the Hill
Common sense is spurned
Obam wont learn
Double standards in the press tonight
Ignore the Shari'ah
Lets take their rights
Islam
When all the jive stancing is through
They bow to you

Up on the Hill
They just speak of hate
But not of faith
ISIS shooter didn't hide belief
Brutal intentions were plain to see
Islam
When all their jive prance-ing is thru
They'll bow to you



In remembrance of 10th anniversary of the second 9/11, let us bump this tribute by Comrades "Stal'niy Dyed"* to the deft campaign of Dezinformatsia and Skapegoatitatsia of our would be Empress Hilarius Clintonia

*"Steely Grandpa" in the Mother tongue

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Comrade Mladshiy Brat,
Thank you for bringing this one back..


 
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