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 a 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 (Oh)

The line is behind me, you crossed it again

Well, the president lost it again

Aw, it's such a rough life, better run to 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 callin' you a dick back in '76

And you really haven't done anything new since

You nuisance with no sense

You would die of irrelevance

Go ahead, you aspire to my level, you aspire 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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