[Verse 1] He’s a demagogue Check out his rise He’s a demagogue He’s fatally famous He’s a demagogue He plays with my fears A demagogue My shadow side dreaming The demagogue It feels so good to be dumb From the Wall straight to La Quenta Those p**y grabbing fingers won’t let go of me now A demagogue A demagogue [Verse 2] He’s a demagogue He’d like to punch in your face He's a demagogue Throwing terminal shade The demagogue He knows all of the words He’s a demagogue He sees a nation of marks From the mob to chapter eleven Those tiny vulgar fingers on the nuclear bomb A demagogue A demagogue [Outro] What’s a mother and father got to do with making me? What’s a mother and father got to do with making me? What’s a mother and father got to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me?