Livin' in a KOS-Kids' Paradise...

With the "irrational exuberance" being displayed by the left with regard to the upcoming elections, I thought this song parody to be fitting:

I fleck spittle on my puter thru the Underground and KOS
I take a look at the posts and hope there's no loss..
Cause I've been puffin on my bong and doin' shrooms so long
That even my kitty thinks my mind is gone

But I ain't never dissed a wingnut that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a moonbat yo-that's unheard of.
You better watch how you thinkin, or how you talkin' yo-
Cause my homies at the ACLU will be stalkin' ya

I really hate to trip, but I gotta hope
That the judges don't catch me when I try to vote--twice!
I'm the kinda leftist little KOS-kids wanna be like
On my puter at night
Fleckin' spittle on their web site!

been spending most our lives
Living in the KOS-kids' Paradise
Common sense we'll sacrifice
Living in the KOS-kid's Paradise
Bashin' Bush is our device
Living in the KOS-kid's Paradise
Fleckin' spittle once or twice
Living in the KOS-Kids' Paradise


Look at the situation, they got us facin
Our candidates can't think cuz all their minds are wasted
Still we gotta be down with the DNC
So we watchin' CNN with the rest of the homies!


I'm a educated fool, wit power on my mind
Protest sign in my hand and crazed look in my eye
I'm a doped-out moonbat, don't confuse me with no facts!
Bush lied-people died, Rove is evil to the max!


Power ain't nuthin but a 'lection away
We gotta win, do-or-die ah, what can I say?
We ain't won in 8 years will it be eighteen more?
The way things is goin I don't know

Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
We've a collective intelligence of a tree..

been spending most our lives
Living in the KOS-kids' Paradise
Common sense we'll sacrifice
Living in the KOS-kid's Paradise
Bashin' Bush is our device
Living in the KOS-kid's Paradise
Fleckin' spittle once or twice
Living in the KOS-Kids' Paradise

LA Times and the WAPO, Reuters and the AP
Minute after minute, takin' points fron the DNC
Them homies cookin stories designed to help our guys
They cookin' all the polls, and servin up all the lies..

They say the 'pubs 'll lose, but no-one cept us believes 'em
But if they're not buyin' it, how the hell can we reach 'em?
I guess we can't -- I guess we won't
I guess they front; that's why I know we outta luck, fool

been spending most our lives
Living in the KOS-kids' Paradise
Common sense we'll sacrifice
Living in the KOS-kid's Paradise
Bashin' Bush is our device
Living in the KOS-kid's Paradise
Fleckin' spittle once or twice
Living in the KOS-Kids' Paradise

Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
We'd be better off with a chim-panzee!
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
Our homies are vapid as can be!

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