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If you want to talk smack
Best bring your , A - Game Jack

I know everyone hate's to see a grown man cry
But you have chosen to do battle with Mr Fly
Sorry Standard rules don't apply to me

I have been spiting since the age of 3
And boy are the ladies into me
They wont let me be

If I was in 1 Direction 
My nickname would be Mr Heaven
I have been dating since I was 11

And old enough to Diss 
Young pretenders such a you

You may have seen 8 miles over a thousand times 
But you are about to be schooled 
I don't tolerate fools lightly
My suits fit tightly
I bath in my enemies tear's fortnightly 

I play golf for fun
I have a suntan but not from the sun
My surname is a trademarked Brand
I own swathes of public land

1 , 2 , 3
Listen very carefully to me

I am the Donald
I eat Salad at Mcdonald's 
I fill Paper Columns 
My hair is wavy
I am popular with the ladies
I only travel on Air Force 1
And I spit on Twitter
I am the F-American President 
How do you like me now ?
Look who is laughing now ?

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