[Verse 1]
Jimmy’s walking with a coffee in hand
Leaves some shells like a zen command
Just driftwood art and tide-kissed rhyme
But Tulsi screams, “IT’S AN EXECUTION SIGN!”
[Chorus]
86, 47—Now’s the time!
86, 47—Seashell crime!
86, 47—Grow a spine!
86, 47—Now’s the time!
[Verse 2]
Comey’s 6’8″ and built like a dad
Wears khakis, flip flops, never seems mad
He shared two numbers and walked away
Tulsi called for tanks to swarm the bay
[Chorus]
86, 47—Now’s the time!
86, 47—Full headline!
86, 47—Coastal slime?
86, 47—Now’s the time!
[Bridge – ominous drama Tulsi invented]
She saw the shells. Her face turned grim
Said, “That’s a kill code—aimed at him!”
She drew a chalkboard, linked to JFK
“The deep state speaks in clamshells,” she said today.
[Verse 3 – Total Humiliation Mode]
Now Tulsi’s pacing in a surfer town
Shouting, “WHERE’S THE HITMAN? HE’S GOTTA BE AROUND!”
Locals hand her sunscreen, beg her to rest
But she’s dialing 911 to “ARREST THIS PEST.”
[Chorus – full throttle mockery]
86, 47—Now’s the time!
86, 47—She lost her mind!
86, 47—Where’s the sign?
86, 47—Now’s the time!
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