On a dark winter highway/ Jericurl in her hair/
Warm smell of Doritos /Rising up through the air
She kept white men at a distance/ And put up quite a fight
The kweens were heavy and we thought we’d win /They stopped the count for the night
There she stood in the mailroom/ She had the Taco Bell
And I was thinking to myself “Can you imagine what’s this smell?”
Then she up some cardboard & she blocked our way /There were ballots on the mail room floor And they were all back da-ted
Welcome to the Hotel Ballot-Hoardin’ Such an ugly place (Such an ugly place) Such an ugly face Plenty of Kweens at the Hotel Ballot Hoardin’ When the DMV Is the Authority
His minds Memantine-Demented/ He’s got the pull-up Dependz, unh
He sniffs a lot of pretty teenage girls, that he calls friends
How they twerk at the stoplight/ Dank Chocolate Sweat
Some twerk through November/ Some Twerk till they’re dead
So I called the Chief Justice/ Said, “Please keep my Nation alive
And he said,” We haven’t had that spirit here since 1965”
And still those ballots are counted from far away.... Bust a pipe in the middle of the night In six swing states, yeah
Welcome to Hotel Ballot Hoardin’ Such an ugly place (Such an ugly place) Such an ugly face Plenty of Fr4ud at the Hotel Ballot Hoardin’ What a nice surprise (What a nice surprise) When your sterilized
Mealworms on the ceiling/ Pink Oatly on ice ,
and she said “We are all just Liberals here, in a pod device”
And in the bastards chambers / They trembled at our feet
Shouted out with our heated cries, but we just can’t kill the YEAST
Last thing I remember / I was running for the door
I had to give the knee pads back to a used up Berkeley [REDACTED]
“Relax,” said Joe Bai-dan, “We are programmed to deceive You can VOTE any time you like, but you can never BREATHE”