No One Knows

Yeah you know Don the Con, he's just a fat cat lowlife son of a John Taking shits on a pot made of gold With a Cheeto colored mushroom dick he wants you to hold, yeah Yeah, he's a real son of a gun, yeah Yeah, you know he likes to have fun, yeah Yeah, he's always down to clown, cause he's the fattest cat in this rat run town Yeah his names Don the Con No he don't give a shit about ya Yeah his names Don the Con He's willing to do anything Yeah his names Don the Con No he don't give a shit about no one Yeah his names Don the Con Yeah you know Don the Con, he loves to golf, channel surf, and drop twitter bombs Checking in on little girls when they're changing clothes Because they're part of the pageant that Donny owns Yeah, you know he loves his gals Yeah, as much as any of his pals, yeah Yeah, cause when you famous like he you can do anything, even grab em by the pussy Yeah his names Don the Con No he don't give a shit about ya Yeah his names Don the Con He's willing to do anything Yeah his names Don the Con No he don't give a shit about no one Yeah his names Don the Con

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