[Verse 1]
Creepin' through the chamber, that wrinkled warlock grin,
Schumer's schemin' sabotage, lettin' shutdowns begin.
Pockets lined with lobbyist blood, siphonin' the vein,
Pushin' poison pills for the poor, drivin' 'em insane.
He whispers sweet nothings to the A. C. A. ghost,
But it's a Trojan horse trottin' in, engorged with the most.
G. O. P. clean bill? Nah, he spikes it with spite,
Forcin' feds to furlough, troops starvin' in the night.
Double-cross dagger, twistin' in the fiscal gut,
Health handouts for invaders, while citizens eat dust.
Rhyme chains clankin' like cuffs on his crooked regime,
Schumer's symphony of slaughter, fulfillin' the dream.
Of chaos coronation, crown forged in the fray,
This September's his slaughterhouse, bodies in the way.
[Chorus]
Schumer's shutdown slaughter, blood on the Senate floor!
Gore in the galleries, beggin' for more!
Twist the knife deeper, you parasitic prince!
Feast on the fallout, watch the empire rinse!
[Verse 2]
In the hush of the hearing, his hypocrisy hums,
Promisin' protection, but peddlin' crumbs.
Affordable care? It's a carcass he carves,
Leavin' rural ribs ragged, no stitches, no scars.
He haggles with Hades, bartering breaths for bucks,
While vets in the vestibule vomit their guts.
Double entendre deluge: he's the doc with the drill,
Borin' into budgets, extractin' the thrill.
Of seein' the system spasm, seize in the spasm,
Schumer's scalpel symphony, a sadistic prism.
Reflectin' the rot in his rotten core code,
September's his sepulcher, where the deals decompose.
[Verse 3]
Stormin' the Oval, that farce of a face-off flop,
Schumer sidles up smirkin', but the talks just drop.
Trump towers towerin', truth like a tomahawk toss,
While Chuck chokes on his chicanery, coughin' up loss.
No progress in the parley, just partisan pus,
Festerin' feud, fuelin' the fuss.
He demands the extension, A. C. A's undead arm,
Stretchin' to strangle the sovereign's calm.
But it's barren bluff, a bluff built on bluff,
Schumer's bluff call bleedin' out, not enough.
Rhymes ricochet ruthless: he's the reaper in robes,
Harvestin' havoc, reapin' what he sows.
September scorched, his scorched-earth scorin',
Ignitin' infernos where the innocents are mournin'.
[Verse 4]
Deepfake dagger dipped in digital depravity,
Trump's vulgar venom, vivisectin' the vanity.
Schumer's mug morphed to mockery's maw,
Jaw unhinged, jaws of hell, raw and gnaw.
Callin' him clown in the clown car crash,
Deep in the fake, his facade gets gashed.
Racist retort? Nah, it's reckoning raw,
Jeffries jitterin' joint, but Schumer's the flaw.
Guts spilled in pixels, entrails on the feed,
September's screen slaughter, plantin' the seed.
Of his own evisceration, exposed in the edit,
Schumer's September, a self-inflicted hit.
Chains of carnage: he's the chef of the chop,
Servin' up shutdowns, never gonna stop.
But the blade bounces back, boomerang in the black,
Carvin' his carotid, no comin' back.
[Verse 5]
Finale frenzy, Schumer's facade fractures fine,
Fractured filibuster, fallin' in line.
With the ghosts of gridlock, ghouls in the gallery,
Gargoyles guardin' his gory gallery.
Message in the melee: mercy's a myth in his mill,
He's the miller grindin' grains into grist for the ill.
But the wheel turns wicked, whetstone on his wrist,
September's his scythe, but it slices the twist.
Double-down delusion, drownin' in his own drench,
Dems' desperate dirge, on the shutdown's stench.
Rhymes ravage relentless: reaper's requiem rings,
Schumer's swan song, silenced by the stings.
Of truth's talons tearin', tenderizin' the tough,
This month's his mausoleum, callin' his bluff.
Empire's emblem? Nah, epitaph etched in the etch,
Schumer's shutdown saga: a spectacular sketch.
Of self-sabotage, sinkin' in the slop,
September seals it: the senate's sop.