Lyrics

Yo, it’s yo boi JD, straight out the land,
Rust Belt hustle, mic in my hand.
No games, no gimmicks, I’m spittin’ the facts,
Time to call out Kamala and Walz on the tracks.

(Verse 1)
Kamala laughin’ — but what’s the joke?
Border wide open, whole system broke.
Talk tough now, but we see through the stance,
You just another leader in them poopy pants.

Tim Walz flexin’ like he’s runnin’ the show,
But Minnesota cold can’t hide what we know.
Weak on the crime, economy’s flat,
Man, step out the way, JD handling that.

(Chorus)
Democrats talkin’ big, but they dance,
Whole party lookin’ like some poopy pants.
Ohio stand up, we takin’ a stance,
Cleanin’ up the mess, yeah, give us a chance.

(Verse 2)
I’m Midwest made, not D.C. fake,
Built for the grind, not built to break.
They tweet and they argue, they stall and they rant,
While America suffers in their poopy pants.

(Outro)
So I step to the mic, with the truth on blast,
Hillbilly hustle, I was built to last.
Kamala, Tim Walz — y’all had your chance,
Now step aside, losers, go change your pants.