I feel like Cheech and Chong after twenty bongs, Tripped over, ripped my thong—what went wrong? Are you dumb? Must be American-born, Thinking a thong goes 'round your dong. Like miles to kilometers, you clearly stray, Brain dead and gay, like your society, mate! Ours is great, unlike your tent cities, Full of terrorists and Kamala's committees. She’ll scam a vote one day, When your cities are overrun by purple hate—MAKE IT GREAT, they say, ha! Yeah, let's make it great, but that’s a fake, Like the puppets running your states. Obvious to all but your ear— I’m only watching because we're the 53rd tier. A country overrun by war-hungry clowns, Money-mongering while people drown. Death minerals bought, profits raked, While poverty’s line stays clear and straight. But here's the truth: you're not the big "G." China's creeping up like your mother’s line of crack, Everything seemed fine till your power went slack. The Sudafeds fade, like Tasmanian poppy fields, Strong stuff, yeah—but who's got the real deal? Now, in the sober light of day, You see your empire slipping away. Like fentanyl snuck in with a grin, From those yellow-eyed men—you gotta give 'em a win. No epileptics there, no shots fired, Winning wars while you’re tired, uninspired. Wonder which jerk taught 'em that trick? Could've been Hasselhoff in Baywatch's slick— But the point is clear: you ain’t the boss, On this spinning ball, you’ve been dethroned, at a loss. So, step back, inject your crack, Before you get smacked. Your only strength now? Bogans and cunts, On a continent angry, seeing woke stunts. But hey, don’t touch our beer, that’s queer! If you can’t drink it strong, just move along. At least the Asians don’t tax our pleasure, They’ve got their measure, no need for pressure. Too long it’s been—someone had to tell ya, We need new friends, maybe then you'll get better. But wait—too late, here’s the superslide: Your boobs are wide, your mind is fried, Supersize those stupid fries. Go on, build more prisons, Shelter the traffickers, and hide your decisions. That’s the deal they’ve given, Can't resist putting a president in Ukraine— Like a bad stain, never won a war without bending the game. What about Vietnam? Hate farming, napalming kids, Harming, embalming—such lovely bids. North Korea ain’t glad to see ya, Cambodia's finally free of ya. Weren't Obama the goat farmer? Big Pharma, media—you’re all charmed, huh?
