I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
[People It feels so good to be back..]
 [bad word] every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, mind sight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight you take it as
I'm gonna whip someone's [bad word] If you don't understand don't even bother to ask
father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi task
And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash
Entrepreneur who has held long too few more rap acts
Who has had a few obstacles
thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mister kiss his [bad word] crack, he's a class [bad word] band man, yea he just snaps back [bad word] along, follow me
as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark,
that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me [bad word] with me, and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your [bad word] as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end,
of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp,
we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh,
take us right through the doors

To the people up top,
on the side and the [bad word] together,
let's all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build,
from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people,
some white and some black
Don't matter what color,
all that matters is we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause,
no matter the weather
If it rains let it rain,
yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us,
they can't, we're stronger now more than ever,
They tell us no we say yea,
they tell us stop we say go,
Rebel with a rebel yell,
raise [bad word] we gonna let em know
Stomp, push up, mush, [bad word] Bush,
until they bring our troops [bad word] on just . . .
 [bad word] 

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us,
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's trying to tell us something,
maybe this is God just saying
we're responsible for this monster,
this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this,
Without pumping our fist
Now this is our, final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength,
and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil,
we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare
to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our
own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies,
the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why,
because I told you to fight
 [bad word] 

[Eminem speaking angrily]
And as we proceed,
to mosh through this desert storm,
in these closing statements,
if they should argue,
let us beg to differ,
as we set aside our differences,
and assemble our own army,
to disarm this weapon of mass [bad word] that we call our president, for the present,
and mosh for the future of our next generation,
to speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr. Senator