there's a boat humming along with a 100 miles
worth of gas.
It's got some fisherman out there in it.
Little do they know but here in a minute they'll be sunk down to the bottom and
dead from an American blast.
Now our infallible intelligence knows a whole lot
about them.
See, these are Narco Terrorists with drugs strapped to
their back.
Now, it's the same intelligence that had the
perfect wisdom in the real
good sense to know there's weapons of mass
destruction hidden in Iraq.
Well, if your leader is a fugitive of American justice, and if your people need a
liberation from their own soil,
If you're a threat to our national security, well,
we're probably just in
need of your oil.
How much fentanyl does Venezuela make? Well,
Johnny, that's
about 0%.
See, China ships the precursors into Mexico. They
mix them in
a lab, then they press them into pills and ship
them up to Uncle Sam.
Oh, well then, how much cocaine does Venezuela produce?
Well, Johnny, that's a goose egg, too.
But don't you worry your little head, cuz they're
all just going
to be like dead.
Some call it murder. Some call it justice. You can
call it
whatever you like, but dry your liberal tears cuz
you know around here we
call a presidentially authorized lethal kinetic strike.
Well, if it looks like al-Qaeda and smells like
ISIS, you're headed down
the road for a refugee crisis.
Well, they can dangle the Nobel carrot out in
front of the mule, but I
guess it wasn't orange enough to really pull the card.
Pete and Marco, come out of the closet and say
you're coming on in for
that oil deposit.
The only war you'll ever end is the one you start.
