first and foremost, maurice (Mk_Spike) helped me out with a couple of lines and after it was done he suggested i'd post it. i don't know if this breaks any rules or anything, so i'm taking the risk. REMEMBER THE NAME (Parody 02) This is Ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent tryin' to get support on the bills Five percent leisure, fifty percent gain, and a Hell of a lot of votes so they remember the name (Bush) He pays to see his name in the lights, and he Likes to be heard, whether it's a speech or a fight, he feels So unlike all the other guys alone, in spite of The fact that everybody thinks that they know him, but fuck 'em He knows the code, it's not about the country, it's All about economy, and fundin' some bombs, makin' Some enemies, makin' sure that Fox keeps up, that means When he loses men, John's pickin' it up (Let's go) Who the Hell is he anyway? He never really does much Always concerned with image and still leavin' 'em dumbstruck Greedy for opportunities, spendin' despite the fact that Many misjudge him 'cause he makes a livin' from raisin' tax Puts 'em together himself, then it all just fucks up, always Askin' for foreign help just to get some back up, he's only Focused on what he said, the peace is beyond reach, and Now it all unfolds through the Government's war speech This is Twenty percent skill, eighty percent wrecked, it's a Hundred percent clear, 'cause Bush is in debt, who would've Thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames? Then I heard him Dealin' with foreign ministers, name of the game, came Back, dropped on Baghdad, took 'em to church, they're like Shit, man, he's askin' for political outburst? Bush is Promisin' progress, now he's got a media hailstorm, his Stock's through the roof, I heard he payin' for exports They call him Johnny, he's sick, been doin' shit all this time, got 'em out the Dryer, they're hot, raise interest rates and he's right, what a fuckin' Hard ballin' player, yeah, he's a prick, he's a cock, the type We all wanna kick out 'cause we all reckon he sucks, three Days in the makin', patiently waitin' to blow, now this Parody by Chem is takin' over the globe, John's got Conspiracy lines, they're work his campaigns like dope, you won't Believe the kind of shit that comes out of that guy's throat Bush He's not your average guy on the block, he knows how to Work with what he's got, dealin' his way to the top, he often Gets a comment on the oil, people keep askin' him, did he Steal from Iraq or did he get it from the tradin'? No He's gettin' rolled, gettin' fucked in the polls, he'll get you Payin' quicker than a shot of vodka with dope, him And his crew are known around as American reps, flukin' Everything that they do, they get a hundred percent Forget John, nobody really knows how or why he raps So loud, it seems like he can't even rhyme, because he Writes all these notes, and he boasts all the time, and I've Watched TV, and it seems he's fucked in the mind, a goddamn Pussy, you can see it in his eyes every time, before he Even starts up a speech or kicks off a rhyme, and those Other leaders he deals with, the stuff that he signs? Ridiculous, without even tryin', how does he get 'em?