The silicon chip inside his head gets switched to overload,
but he wasn’t plannin’ to shoot a school today,
He’s gonna plan something more bold
And no one saw the red flags right off him
Nor his intent, by his good OpSec
So we could see no reason
Not a hint of reason
to shoot Donald Trump at all
Edit - parody of “I don’t like mondays”
Oh, I been trainin’ since yesterday
To put ol’ Don in a mortuary
His blood is mine to spill
Since my ol da got kill
When on the sixth of January
He stormed up capitol hill
For that failed rebellion
I will turn his brains to bouillon
Unless the wind shifts to the north
And sends my rounds off course
Oh wouldn’t that be a pity
To have aim so shitty
That all I hit
is a no-name sycophant