"I have a lot of questions about [Obama], but certainly not where he was born. I know he was born somewhere else than America… I'm not calling a question to it, I just… How come he was invisible until he became whatever he was in Illinois?"
This really makes me rethink the intellectual core behind lyrics like: "My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel. I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal. Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads, deviant defilers, you're next to be dead."
Tags: Barack Obama, Birthers, Music