An Open Letter(Interlude) - Watsky&Shockwave
An open letter to the fat arrogant
anticharismatic national embarrassment known as President John Adams
Shit
The man's irrational
He claims that I'm in league
With Britain in some vast international intrigue
Trick please
You wouldn't know what I'm doin'
You're always goin' berserk
But you never show up to work
Give my regards to Abigail
Next time you write about my lack of moral compass
At least I do my job up in this rumpus
Ooh
The line is behind me I crossed it again
While the president lost it again
Aw such a rough life
Better run tell your wife
Yo the boss is in Boston again
Let me ask you a question
Who sits
At your desk when you're in Massachusetts
They were calling you a dick back in 76
And you really haven't done anything new since
You're a nuisance with no sense
You'll die of irrelevance
Go ahead you aspire to my level
You inspire to malevolence
Say hi to the Jeffersons
And the spies all around me
Maybe they can confirm
I don't care if I kill my career with this letter
I'm confining you to one term
Sit down John you fat motherf**ker