Billionaire Break-up

You’re just a waste of space
A big empty balloon
A drug addled geek
A ego-driven gooon

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not sweet or good for you
A nasty piece of work
That no one wants

Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker

[verse]
Your children even hate you
So why should we care?
All you do is useless shite
We didn’t need a space car

You couldn’t help the cave boys
People say you smell
It doesn’t mean you’re funny
If you bully SNL

[bridge]
You make no sense
Money is not a charm
You are too stupid
To understand that
You don’t understand

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker 

[Slow melodic Outro]

When you lie alone in the dark,
do you feel the breath of skeletal death
on the back of your neck,
do you just take more meth?

You did nothing for anyone,
Other than yourself,
Billionaire shortbread,
A crap snack we will all leave on the shelf

A Wikipedia page,
Doesn’t mean you matter
We don’t care what you think,
So yeah, you are just a wanker

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

[End]

Billionaire Shortbread ⊹ ࣪ ˖ $⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆  ₊˚⊹♡

Welcome to Trumpland, where the skies never grey,  
White picket fences, and straight YMCA!  
Men wear the trousers, wives bake the cakes,  
Every kid’s perfect, god don’t make mistakes 

No rainbow flags, no wheelchairs in sight,  
Just plain-talkin’ folks who sleep easy at night.  
Jobs fall like manna, no résumé needed—  
“Just show up, buddy, you’ve already succeeded!”  

Trumpland! Trumpland! 
Where the sun don’t set on a lack of a plan!  
No fears, no tears, just win-win deals—  
If the strong take all, who needs appeals?  
Trumpland! Trumpland!
Where the other’s a ghost, and the climate’s canned!  
If trouble brews? Blame DEI 
Every hand is Trumps, well, just for you and I!

Trumpland! (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Neither let us be 
slandered from our duty 
by false accusations against us, 
nor frightened from it 
by menaces
 ... of destruction nor of dungeons... 
to ourselves.

Let us have faith 
that right makes might, 
and in that faith,
 let us, to the end, 
dare to do our duty 
as we understand it.

Let US Have Faith  (﹙˓ ‍🎧 🎩 ˒﹚)

Yo, it’s 1930, Congress got a vibe,  
Smoot and Hawley droppin’ tariffs, thinkin’ they’ll revive,  
“Save the jobs!” they screamed, but the plan was wack,  
Other nations clapped back—”Yo, we taxing that!”  
Global trade? Nah, we buildin’ walls,  
Economy free-fallin’, Depression hits the malls,  
Wheat stacks rot, Ford cars ain’t sellin’,  
“America First!”—but the whole world yellin’.  

[Chorus]  
Raise the walls, watch the dollars drop,  
Smoot-Hawley’s legacy—a economic flop!  
Tax the imports, ghost the global crew,  
Amexit on the horizon—same dumb déjà vu!  

[Verse 2]  
Fast forward, new age, same ol’ plot,  
Politicians yellin’ “Amext! Let’s ditch the lot!”  
“WTO? NAFTA? Cancel the subscription!”  
But the supply chain’s tangled—man, that’s science fiction.  
China side-eyein’, EU trolls the feed,  
“Y’all want tariffs? Cool—we’ll tax your seed!”  
Soybeans in the dirt, iPhones cost a stack,  
Inflation’s lit, but the wages ain’t comin’ back.  

[Bridge] 
“Sovereignty!” they scream, like it’s TikTok fame, 
But the GDP’s coughin’, playin’ survival games.  
Free trade’s ghost haunts, “Y’all had it right in ’94!”  
Now we beggin’ for chips, but the factories outsourced.  

[Chorus]  
Raise the walls, watch the dollars drop,  
Smoot-Hawley’s legacy—an economic flop,  
Tax the imports, ghost the global crew, 
Amexit on the horizon—same dumb déjà vu!

[Verse 3]  
Amext fantasy—like Brexit’s cringe sequel,  
“We’ll make our own rules!” …but who’s gonna feed you?  
Walmart shelves empty, gas prices absurd,  
MAGA hats cryin’, “Wait, isn’t this what we preferred?”  
Global banks laugh, swap dollars for yuan,  
“Y’all had the reserve currency—now it’s done, son.”  
History’s a loop, protectionism’s a curse,  
But we blastin’ the same verse—just in a worse verse.  

[Outro] 
So next time you hear “Let’s quit the globe, it’s a scam!”  
Remember Smoot-Hawley—the OG economic Lamb.  
Trade wars ain’t slick, they’re a self-inflicted bruise,  
Drop the mic, pass the bill—y’all got the Protectionist Blues.

Tariff Riff 🗽 [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅5̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] 🐈💨

The Moon's red as wine, pickups in a line, 
Somebody bit my side ‘neath the 'God Bless America' sign. 
Now my cornbread tastes bland, got a hunger I can’t stand— 
Traded *grains* for *brains* in this red-white-and-blue wasteland.
**Chorus:** 
I crave the craniums of the unvaxxed and rural, 
Flatbed drivers chugin’ cheap beer, chewin' straws. 
Only want them Christian cerebellums, pale and humble, 
‘Fore we chew through the last MAGA hat with our jaws! 
Oh, it’s *brains over grains* in this holy zombie nation, 
Convertin’ y’all ‘til there’s no one left to save. 
We’ll build a New South Heaven on Ford F-150 salvation— 
Then starve in the dark ‘cause we ate the buffet.
**Verse 2:** 
I used to pray in a pew, now I grab on heads and chew
With a "Don’t Tread on Me" sticker and a rebel flag tattoo. 
They said, "Trust the Good Lord’s plan!"—well, He led me to demand
the pink, gooy content of the skull of every man!
We’ll bite every uncle, cousin, and preacher, 
Turn Sunday service into a flesh-eater’s feature. 
But when the whole world’s a clone of my pickup truck creed, 
Who’s left to devour? Just dust, diesel, and need…
**Chorus:** 
I crave the craniums of the unvaxxed and rural, 
Flatbed drivers chugin’ cheap beer, chewin' straws. 
Only want them Christian cerebellums, pale and humble, 
‘Fore we chew through the last MAGA hat with our jaws! 
Yeah, it’s *brains over grains* in this holy zombie nation, 
Convertin’ y’all ‘til there’s no one left to save. 
We’ll build a New South Heaven on Ford F-150 salvation— 
Then starve in the dark ‘cause we ate the buffet.

So if you’re sippin’ suds in your John Deere cap, 
Better check your six when the Walmart lights snap. 
‘Cause we’re comin’ for kinfolk who “trust their own blood,” 
And the last brain left’s in aisle five… *next to the ammo and Bud.*

Brains Over Grains 🧟 🌾 🛻🧠

[Verse 1]
Well, he stormed down the golden escalator,
Said, "I’ll build a wall—yuge, great, later!"
But when Mexico said, "Nope, no pesos!"
He just clucked and tweeted "SAD!" like a drama llama.

[Pre-Chorus]
He talks real tough with his tiny hands,
Till the heat turns up—then he bails on his plans!
Stormy payoffs? Just fake news, man!
(Whispers) But the checks cleared… oops!

[Chorus]
🎶 T-A-C-O Man!
Trump Always Chickens Out again!
He’ll sue ya, bleach ya, grab ya, tweet ya,
But when subpoenas drop—he runs like cheetah!
Ohhh, Taco Man! 🎶 (Chicken noises: "Bwak-bwak-bwaaak!")

[Verse 2]
He dodged drafts five times (bone spurs magic!),
But calls vets "suckers"—real patriotic!
Putin winks? He melts like ice cream,
"He’s a genius!" (But his pants steam.)

[Bridge] (Spoken over banjo)
"Folks, I’m the bravest! The best! No fears!
(Except windmills, stairs, and, uh… tears.)
I could shoot folks on Fifth Avenue…
(But my lawyers say: ‘Sir, don’t follow through!’)"

[Chorus]
🎶 T-A-C-O Man!
Two scoops, two terms, zero plan!
He’ll steal votes, stiff cooks, fake tans,
But when they say "Jail?"—POOF! He fans!
Ohhh, Taco Man! 🎶 (Airhorn + chicken solo)

[Outro] (Whispered)
"Total exoneration! Witch hunt! Sad!
...Wait, why’s my mugshot lookin’ so bad?"

🎶 T-A-C-O Man!

You bought a blue bird, painted it red,
Told me, “Partner, we’ll own the news!”
But then you posted my rockets as “led by a fool,”
And tweeted my stocks into blues...
I built a Cybertruck, you built a wall,
We both loved billion-dollar applause,
‘Til you called me “Bullshit Artist” on Truth Social,
Now I’m blocking you out of my apps.

Ooh, we could’ve been kings of the meme wars,
But your caps lock feels like a chore...
And I’ve got more rockets to launch,
But you? You’re still yelling “WITCH HUNT!”

It’s the end of a era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in 2016, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with egos this large,
But your gold toilets can’t fix what we are!
So take your red hat and your Diet Coke stash,
I’ll keep my dogecoin and all of my cash...
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like a tweet you can’t delete now!

“Elon! Sad! Overrated! Very low IQ!
Uninvited him to X HQ—
He said my NFTs were a scam! (Total lie!)
And his hair plugs? Worse than mine!
I’ve got binders full of better tech bros,
Kanye answers every one of my calls...
Elon’s just jealous ‘cause my Truth Social’s bigly!
(Sung:) Bigly! Bigly! BIGLY!

Ooh, you say you’re still “winning” the game,
But your net worth’s a meme, just the same...
My satellites map your resorts,
While you sue kids for posting reports.

It’s the end of an era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in deposition lines, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with grifts this insane,
But your truth is like SPAC stock: all loss, no gain!
So keep your “free press” and your stolen art,
I’ll trademark this breakup and sell it as NFTs—
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like your Fox News primetime slot!

Remember Florida? You bragged ‘bout your breeze...
I sent a Cybertruck— it sank in the seas.
You promised a “league” where we’d own all the speech,
*Now you’re rage-quoting bots at 3 AM...*
I’d say “I miss us,” but—
Nah. I bought Twitter to block you instead.

Outro 
SpaceX to Mar-a-Lago... we crashed.
*YOU’RE FIRED! 🚀💥 *

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Taylor's Version)

You bought a blue bird, painted it red,
Told me, “Partner, we’ll own the news!”
But then you posted my rockets as “led by a fool,”
And tweeted my stocks into blues...
I built a Cybertruck, you built a wall,
We both loved billion-dollar applause,
‘Til you called me “Bullshit Artist” on Truth Social,
Now I’m blocking you out of my apps.

Ooh, we could’ve been kings of the meme wars,
But your caps lock feels like a chore...
And I’ve got more rockets to launch,
But you? You’re still yelling “WITCH HUNT!”

It’s the end of a era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in 2016, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with egos this large,
But your gold toilets can’t fix what we are!
So take your red hat and your Diet Coke stash,
I’ll keep my dogecoin and all of my cash...
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like a tweet you can’t delete now!

“Elon! Sad! Overrated! Very low IQ!
Uninvited him to X HQ—
He said my NFTs were a scam! (Total lie!)
And his hair plugs? Worse than mine!
I’ve got binders full of better tech bros,
Kanye answers every one of my calls...
Elon’s just jealous ‘cause my Truth Social’s bigly!
(Sung:) Bigly! Bigly! BIGLY!

Ooh, you say you’re still “winning” the game,
But your net worth’s a meme, just the same...
My satellites map your resorts,
While you sue kids for posting reports.

It’s the end of an era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in deposition lines, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with grifts this insane,
But your truth is like SPAC stock: all loss, no gain!
So keep your “free press” and your stolen art,
I’ll trademark this breakup and sell it as NFTs—
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like your Fox News primetime slot!

Remember Florida? You bragged ‘bout your breeze...
I sent a Cybertruck— it sank in the seas.
You promised a “league” where we’d own all the speech,
*Now you’re rage-quoting bots at 3 AM...*
I’d say “I miss us,” but—
Nah. I bought Twitter to block you instead.

Outro
SpaceX to Mar-a-Lago... we crashed.
*YOU’RE FIRED! 🚀💥 *

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Elon's Version)

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Donnie's Version)

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