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Twenty-five hundred miles away
From the American border,
There's a boat humming along
With a 100 miles worth of gas.
It's got some fisherman out there in it.
Little do they know, but here in a minute
They'll be sunk down to the bottom
And dead from an American blast.
Now our infallible intelligence knows
A whole lot about them.
See, these are narco-terrorists
With drugs strapped to their back.
Now, it's the same intelligence
That had the perfect wisdom
And the real good sense to know
There's weapons of mass destruction hidden in Iraq.
Well, if your leader is a fugitive of American justice,
And if your people need a liberation from their own soil,
If you're a threat to our national security,
Well, we're probably just in need of your oil.
How much fentanyl does Venezuela make?
Well, Johnny, that's about 0%.
See, China ships the precursors into Mexico.
They mix them in a lab, then they press them into pills
And ship them up to Uncle Sam.
Oh, well then, how much cocaine does Venezuela produce?
Well, Johnny, that's a goose egg, too.
But don't you worry your little head,
Cuz they're all just going to be like, dead.
Some call it murder. Some call it justice.
You can call it whatever you like,
But dry your liberal tears cuz you know around here
We call a presidentially authorized lethal kinetic strike.
Well, if it looks like al-Qaeda and smells like ISIS,
You're headed down the road for a refugee crisis.
Well, they can dangle the Nobel carrot out in front of the mule,
But I guess it wasn't orange enough to really pull the cart.
Pete and Marco, come out of the closet
And say you're coming on in for that oil deposit.
The only war you'll ever end is the one you start.