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'' The Ultimate Pseud ''
I pay little tax,
Don't take the hump,
Where are your stacks?
Go run and jump,
It's fake, relax,
The truth I'll Trump,
No, I'm not a hood.
I'm not in debt,
I don't make losses,
I've no regret,
Just ask my bosses,
For what I forget,
They'll send out posses,
Nothing makes me brood.
I've friends in places,
I can't disclose,
They have two faces,
We love to pose,
Why leave traces,
Like me they're pros,
They also like a feud.
I can't deny,
The odd half-truth,
But I never lie,
That's too uncouth,
I never comply,
I'm the ultimate sleuth,
Some facts I will exclude.
Because of some mole,
Saying nothing new,
They want my soul,
I know that's true,
I'm in control,
I dictate to you,
It's sincerity I exude.
I do as I please,
A power to behold,
I will never appease,
The thought leaves me cold,
I'm immune to disease,
Covid can't take hold,
You need to stop being rude.
The female being?
Mine for the taking,
I am all seeing,
No, I'm not faking,
Why are they fleeing,
Is it me they're forsaking?
Why are they saying, I'm lewd.
Four more years,
Of lies and deceit,
Forget the arrears,
I'll produce a receipt,
I'll be in tears,
If you impose a defeat,
Yes, I am
' The Ultimate Pseud '
Don't take the hump,
Where are your stacks?
Go run and jump,
It's fake, relax,
The truth I'll Trump,
No, I'm not a hood.
I'm not in debt,
I don't make losses,
I've no regret,
Just ask my bosses,
For what I forget,
They'll send out posses,
Nothing makes me brood.
I've friends in places,
I can't disclose,
They have two faces,
We love to pose,
Why leave traces,
Like me they're pros,
They also like a feud.
I can't deny,
The odd half-truth,
But I never lie,
That's too uncouth,
I never comply,
I'm the ultimate sleuth,
Some facts I will exclude.
Because of some mole,
Saying nothing new,
They want my soul,
I know that's true,
I'm in control,
I dictate to you,
It's sincerity I exude.
I do as I please,
A power to behold,
I will never appease,
The thought leaves me cold,
I'm immune to disease,
Covid can't take hold,
You need to stop being rude.
The female being?
Mine for the taking,
I am all seeing,
No, I'm not faking,
Why are they fleeing,
Is it me they're forsaking?
Why are they saying, I'm lewd.
Four more years,
Of lies and deceit,
Forget the arrears,
I'll produce a receipt,
I'll be in tears,
If you impose a defeat,
Yes, I am
' The Ultimate Pseud '
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`` The Ultimate Pseud ``
`` The Ultimate Pseud ``