You two brothers, are just despicable guys
Though you have lots of money, you are lower class
You're American traitors, and can both kiss my ass
You think you are kings, princes or dukes
But all you two are, are miserable pukes
You have all your gold, your silver and riches
Yet you both remain, two worthless bitches
You lack all integrity, style and grace
And it makes us all sick, to look at your face
You've paid for a party, who likes to serve tea
You try to control them, but it's easy see
You've created a monster, and it's turning on you
And that monster won't stop, whatever you do
It hates all it sees, and just wants to kill
Things that once pleased you, and gave you a thrill
The monster now threatens, what you hold so dear
An economy ruined, is your biggest fear
A second depression, much worse than the last
Your empire crumbling, your wealth fading fast
You might have regrets, for the misery you brung
But we will be cheering, the day you're both hung
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