An Open Letter (feat. Shockwave) - Interlude

An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President John Adams
 Shit!
 The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league
 With Britain in some vast international intrigue
 Trick, please!
 You wouldn't know what I'm doin'
 You're always goin' berserk
 But you never show up to work
 Give my regards to Abigail
 Next time you write about my lack of moral compass
 At least I do my job up in this rumpus
 Ooh...
 The line is behind me, I crossed it again
 While the president lost it again
 Aw, such a rough life
 Better run, tell your wife
 "Yo, the boss is in Boston again"
 Let me ask you a question. Who sits
 At your desk when you're in Massachusetts?
 They were calling you a dick back in '76
 And you really haven't done anything new since
 You're a nuisance with no sense
 You'll die of irrelevance
 Go ahead, you aspire to my level
 You inspire to malevolence
 Say hi to the Jeffersons!
 And the spies all around me
 Maybe they can confirm
 I don't care if I kill my career with this letter
 I'm confining you to one term
 Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker!
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