Cyclonic velocity, prophecy droppin’ ferocity,

Mockin’ these wannabe prodigies, stoppin’ ’em all with velocity.

Monopoly energy, topple the throne with atrocity,

Colder than Chi when the wind is a sin and I’m spinnin’ ferociously.

Storm surge, purge with the verse that I scatter,

Shatter your chatter, I’m climbin’ the ladder, it’s matter-of-fact and I’m faster than batter

Mixed with the cyclone, tidal, viral, primal recital,

I’m liable to spiral, rivals stifle when I ride full throttle, homicidal.

Bars rain heavy like Michigan waves,

Sweep the floor clean, put the weak in the grave.

Chicago tornado, I twist when I score,

Your whole crew gone when I sweep the floor.

A storm in Chicago, the thunder is raw,

Trump said he’ll clean it, I’m sweepin’ the floor.

With a broomstick, quick, I’m exposin’ the fraud,

Sarcastic assassin, I’m breakin’ the law.

Politician talk tough with a slogan for sale,

But his campaign cleaner’s just a fairytale.

I’m the janitor with stamina, I damage the core,

While he’s “fixin’ up the city,” I’m just sweepin’ the floor.

Parabolic, diabolic when I’m moppin’ the beat,

Hypersonic, supersonic, put the fraud in defeat.

They say “law and order” like a TV score,

But I got broom bristles hittin’ harder for sure.

They chant MAGA like it’s magic, but the mess is gigantic,

I’m sarcastic with the broom, makin’ panic organic.

Sweepin’ promises aside, every con they adore,

It’s ironic, I’m iconic when I sweep the floor.

Campaign confetti, deception on deck,

But I’m dustin’ off the liars like a mic check.

Storm clouds gather and the skyline roars,

While I’m laughin’ with the broom, yeah I sweep the floor.*

Sweep, sweep, sweep, watch me clear this room,

Broom, broom, broom, politicians go boom.

Fake clean-up talk, but the city wants more,

So I storm through Chi-Town, sweepin’ the floor.

A storm’s in the city, the skyline shakes,

Sweep the floor clean, no time for fakes.