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Robert F. Kennedy grabbed his balls,

Then Edwin took the fall, ass against the walls.

Shaky voice, but the spirit’s raw,

In a world gone mad, hear the lion’s roar.

Trump's ego big, but his heart's made of fluff,

Flexin' like a beast, but that shit ain't tough.

Steroids pumpin', got him feelin' like a king,

But deep down inside, he ain't got a thing.

Balls to the wall, we ain't takin' a backseat,

Monkey sack swagger, yeah, we bring the heat.

This ain't a game, we breakin' the mold,

With a shaky voice, but the truth is bold.

Edwin’s name echo, hear the battle bell,

In the ring of life, ain’t no way to quell.

Droppin’ knowledge bombs like they’re steroids too,

Stackin’ truth like weights, yeah, it’s breaking through.

Runnin’ from the past, lettin' loose this rage,

Kennedy's legacy, we’re turnin’ the page.

Watch the haters crumble, like they’re made of glass,

In this rap game, only real ones will last.

Balls to the wall, we ain't takin' a backseat,

Monkey sack swagger, yeah, we bring the heat.

This ain't a game, we breakin' the mold,

With a shaky voice, but the truth is bold.

So fuck the noise, let’s turn up the bass,

With a shaky voice, we will own this place.

Trump's golden towers, they’re built on deceit,

We’re raising fists high, can’t accept defeat.

So raise your glass high, let the truth be told,

In the land of the free, we ain’t never sold.

Robert F. Kennedy, hear the call,

With balls to the wall, we gon’ stand tall.