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The dirt bag king
The man from Queens
Silver spoon fed from
His golden latrine
His fall from grace
And epic failure
His own worse enemy
His criminal behavior
He Broadcasts his guilt
When he opens his mouth
Tried to tell fibs
But the truth came out
I've never seen
Such a fall from grace
Or a bigger imbecile
With such a smirking, jerky face
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He lost his wealth
It all turned to dirt
His once golden crown
Is now a hair shirt
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