I must be battling Saddam, or maybe he's Castro...
Either way, fake dictator, this gonna be ya last throw.
Ya mental motor's malfunctioning, it's got ya less than cunning...
Cuz like a cripple in a marathon, ya can't get up and running.
So go back to tha UK, where rotten teeth abound...
And where shit music lives, so they'll probably like ya sound.
You can collab with Elton, good idea for a couple of queens...
He's a knight so it's a royal wedding, Dick's a new bride at 16.
And ya never once owned with a microphone, couldn't even rent...
Ya bust when it comes ta talent, like ya had breast enhancement.

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