[Chorus] Hey— Say it with the rhythm, say it with conviction: Truth hits harder ‘cause it’s stranger than fiction. Hey— All that bluster, all that pose— We see straight through it, yeah, the emperor’s exposed. Hey— No crown, no throne, just chaos addiction. History’s watching and it’s writing the description. Hey— Every headline, every show— Truth keeps yelling: “Yo, he’s got no clothes.” [Verse 1] Came in talking “I alone can fix it,” Then broke half the agencies he claimed he uplifted. Put family separation on a national stage, Zero tolerance written like a tantrum on a page. Told the Midwest he’d “bring coal back,” But the jobs didn’t come—just the headlines stacked. Said the virus would “disappear like a miracle,” Then held a press briefing like a bad satirical. Tried to buy Greenland—no, seriously, Greenland, Like it’s Monopoly and he’s king of the dreamland. Called hurricanes “big, wet,” held up a Sharpie, Redrew the map ‘cause the truth made him salty. Foreign policy? Rolled like dice— Pulled out troops, then pushed them in twice. Shook hands with dictators like a backstage pass, Chasing photo ops instead of anything that lasts. [Pre-Hook] If leadership’s a test, he kept picking “all of the above”— Then circled “none of the answers” and claimed he aced it. Power ain’t magic, but he sure faked it— Until the facts lined up and the whole world faced it. [Chorus] Hey— Say it with the rhythm, say it with conviction: Truth hits harder ‘cause it’s stranger than fiction. Hey— All that bluster, all that pose— We see straight through it, yeah, the emperor’s exposed. Hey— No crown, no throne, just chaos addiction. History’s watching and it’s writing the description. Hey— Every headline, every show— Truth keeps yelling: “Yo, he’s got no clothes.” [Verse 2] Obstruction charges swirling like a storm on deck, But he’s raging on Truth Social like a shipwreck. Classified files chilling next to the pool, “Just some souvenirs,” like the law’s a joke for fools. Called the Proud Boys to “stand by” on stage, Watchdog groups scribbling warnings in the margins of the page. January Sixth wasn’t some mystery plot— He said the quiet part loud, and then claimed he forgot. Tax returns missing like the empathy meter, Charity shut down—state said “we see ya.” University lawsuits, contractors unpaid— Man’s got a résumé made entirely of shade. Infrastructure Week became a national meme, Four years running—still no beam. And every time the truth hit close to home, He shrieked “fake news!” from a golden phone. [Bridge] If confidence were competence, We’d all be living in a paradise. But reality checks don’t bounce— Even when your ego does. [Final Chorus] Hey— Say it with the rhythm, say it with conviction: Truth hits harder ‘cause it’s stranger than fiction. Hey— All that bluster, all that pose— We see straight through it, yeah, the emperor’s exposed. Hey— No crown, no throne, just chaos addiction. History’s watching and it’s writing the description. Hey— Every headline, every show— Truth keeps yelling: “Yo, he’s got no clothes.” [Outro] Fairy tales fade, Facts don’t. Crowns fall quick When the truth won’t.
