Quack of the Thunderlord

(Verse 1 )

Steel sky cracking, engines roar

Donald  Trump stomps the floor

Kwa‑kwa echoes through the night

Feathers shaking, picking fights

Helmet crooked, boots untied

He charges forward, terrified

Chaos waddles where he stands—

A quackstorm swallowing the lands

(Chorus)

Kwa‑kwa! Thunder in his wake

Riffs so loud the mountains shake

Kwa‑kwa! Shadows start to bend

Donald  Trump strikes again

Kwa‑kwa! Madness in his stride

Metal wings spread open wide

(Verse 2)

He swings a glowing rubber sword

Declares himself thе Ducklord

Crowds confused but still they cheer

His battle cry: “BRING ME A MIRROR!”

Hе fights reflections, loses twice

Trips on air—rolls like a dice

Drumbeats crash like falling skies

As he screams his war‑cry lies

(Bridge )

Lightning cracks—

Kwa‑kwa snaps—

Echoed through the metal traps

Riffs collide—

Worlds divide—

Donald  Trump cannot hide

(Chorus)

Kwa‑kwa! Thunder in his wake

Riffs so loud the mountains shake

Kwa‑kwa! Shadows start to bend

Donald  Trump strikes again

Kwa‑kwa! Madness in his stride

Metal wings spread open wide

(Outro)

Storm fades out, the feathers fall

He stands confused, that’s all

Kwa‑kwa whispers in the dust—

A legend forged in noise and rust