[Intro]
[Verse 1]
King Oranges sits on his throne of lies,
Screams "build the wall" while the world cries,
Sends bombs to the desert, children pay the price,
A failed parade, squeaky tank—his grand device.
Blue states shiver, red hands clutch the crown,
Deporting souls while the streets bleed brown,
MAGA goons march with their boots untied,
Snatching dreams away under the L.A. sky.
[Chorus]
Oh, King Orange, your empire’s made of sand,
You hate the hands that built this land,
From Gaza’s dust to Mexico’s tears,
Your legacy’s a shadow, fading through the years.
[Verse 2]
Netanyahu’s grin, a contract signed in b***d,
Palestine’s heartbeat drowned in a flood,
Iran’s sky burns, but the truth won’t hide,
A racist clown can’t stop the rising tide.
He calls us thieves, but we’re the mortar and stone,
California’s pulse beats in every stolen home,
ICE vans prowl, but the people still f***t,
“¡Sí se puede!” drowns out his midnight might.
[Bridge]
The devil wears a tie, his lies wrapped in gold,
A bloated king afraid of the brave and bold,
Latino sweat built the roads he claims to own,
But seeds of justice grow where his hate was sown.
[Chorus]
Oh, King Orange, your empire’s made of sand,
You hate the hands that built this land,
From Gaza’s dust to Mexico’s tears,
Your legacy’s a shadow, fading through the years.
[Outro]