5. Karl Rove (aka the lynchpin)

“There is no constitutional basis for a tax on the wages on Americans living and working in the 50 states of the Union.”

It was a dark age that I came to,
but don’t worry, I won’t blame you,
I bring more pain for the game,
Mind if I play thru?

That was a rhetorical question…
if you don’t know.
I’m Karl Rove,
Get hip quick, or get hips broke.

I have an appetite, first course
whistle blower lips, second course,
hearts of traitors, know thine enemy
treat ‘em like animals, eat ‘em like cannibals

Snitching will not be tolerated. Ask Ashley Turton,
John Wheeler III and William Colby,
yes your honor, I ate ‘em,
now you know me,

Karl Rove, roaming the globe,
simultaneously creating, disseminating and
dismembering al-Qaeda, with CIAida
the real reason the Taliban hates us.

Keeping governments unstable is no fable
It’s how I make the bread and butter for my table,
trading, world trade center secrets,
keeping rich peeps rich, as long as I get my cut bitch,

All for the sake of national security,
I kill in the name of my father,
you will too, when you work with me,
you’re in it with the rest of us or don’t bother,

whenever you go, it’s because I say go… so…
GO, NOW…
only way to save yourself is get tipped like a cow.
The economy is my fault…why? I said…halt.

Staying on a “need to know” basis is how to escape this,
most “need not”…sorry,
commiting Hari kari’s, what probably killed him dead,
caught up in enough oxycontin to kill the Fed,

what a Rush, sick in the head. The limbo of Limbaugh,
dumbass, fatfuck, cunt-nigger-faggot,
get us all pinched in a jiff…but not this kid,
it’s Karl Rove, aka the lynchpin,

I’ll be here last, atop this pile of cash.
No one can fuck with my ass,
I don’t speak fake peanuts,
I’m talkin’ gold bars that float fast.

It’s just not new to me, I’m swimming with the fishes, but
they’re all nude to me, like Sushi,
and I’m gonna eat. There’s nothing you can do to me. I got a
wet suit, made of diplomatic immunity…

don’t hate, congratulate American ingenuity.
WINNING at any and all costs,
cause America wouldn’t survive the loss…and
I won’t have it, not while I’m boss.

Contact my satellite celly, area code 666, extention 911,
I’ll be playing Led Zepplin on my stairway to heaven,
ever since the Skull and Bones made me a reverend,
the banks call me lucky number seven.

Best on the DC tax hike, but none were paid by this bad guy.
Karl Rove, roaming the globe, but where does he go?
Nobody knows…not even the shadow, cause even he knows
you don’t rock the boat…and guess what?

Cement shoes don’t float.

“We are now going to progress to some steps that are a bit more difficult.”

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