Obama Obama Lyrics

Call him President, he's the next new President here

Senator, from Illinois, yeah

His criteria compared to John McCain just isn't fair

Cause he's B-L-A-C, so the eyes are on he

Through his pencil, he write legislation, with the country on his mind

And he don't blow ish, cause he ain't got time

Every second, minute, hour, KKK wanna devour

He got guards ready to pop em, with their ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers

Every brother, mother, sister, cousin, grandma wanna hump him

Even got Hilary Clinton on the side ready to jump him

Tell the Clintons Ha ha ha ha, couldn't catch him, couldn't stop him

They go by the party rules, if you can't beat him, you can't top him

Thought she'd smack him, couldn't pop em, Delegates, couldn't cop em

Bill Clinton couldn't help her, too bad she couldn't drop em, woo!

Man, Obamas so Illlll

Obama goes here, Obama goes there

Sayin Yes We Can with wife Michelly, he's hittin that derriere

He travel to Arizona, ready to cause some drama

Hopin McCain will comment, Look at that bastard Obama

He's too young, he's too hip, Negroes always causin problems

His pale-lookin face got him lookin like a goblin!

Mac-Cain, Mac-Cain, please don't vote for Mac-Cain

First day up in office, talkin bout some heart pains

Call the ambulance, QUICK! All you hear is sirens

His temper isn't private - Dang, I hate a mad prick

Don't you hate a mad prick? Plus, McCains an old prick

Baracks a younger guy, So choose him, he's the right pick

But if you chose the wrong pick

Your step-son'll probably end up in Iraq quick!

His health clan plan is so immaculate

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You'll be feelin much better - not sick

And, he's okay, but his wifes sick

And her backs thick, And her walks slick

She's a fly chick - I'd hit!

Man, Obamas so Illlll

He's makin history like X, King and Douglas, and RFK

Obama, he's that new black, true that

Red-necks saaaay He won't beat John McCain

He don't wear a flag pin, his middle names Hussein, but

Who gon be dat boy dat doubt dat boy dey call Obama

Got Republicans sweatin like they up in Saunas (whew! )

Even McCains 90-something mama

Be ready to pull his lever every hour

And I'd rather eat a field mouse

Than to see John McCain in the White House

Vote Obama in, and I promise

He won't turn back into some Uncle Thomas (Aaaaaa! )

No Aunt Jemimah or Southern Fried chicken

Call him Chief Obama, or Mr. Keeps on Tickin

Man, Pastor Wrights comments couldn't stop his tally

Even Oprah Winfrey said she was right behind him

People, I say this countrys no hope without him

But he's gotta go out and relate to everybody

He do what he do, like give his wife a hug and then a fist dap

Gotta do that stuff in public, so the hood'll know that -

He's black

Gotta use big words, white people love to hear it

If they hear it, they don't fear him, they don't know him, but they feel him

That's real.

Obama 08 White House, a-ha!