The crocodiles bad
Every time the leaders open their gaps
Nothing good will air but bad breath
If they don't speak on 2R
They have nothing on their skin
Religion is always their game of play
They want to create fear so the voters obey
Only their own kind will submit
And the crocodiles will smile for a mile
Laughing in their minds
Only in their prayers they kneel asking for grace
As they know God will record their sins
To be used if they don't repent in time
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