Fluke are apparently Prophets!

Baby got an atom bomb,
A mother fucking atom bomb,
Twenty two megatons,
You’ve never seen so much fun.

Baby got a poison gas,
Baby got a heart attacks,
Baby got a pain on tap,
Baby gimme some of that, (Gimme some of that)x8

Baby got a Nobel Prize,
Given for the perfect crime,
Baby got an alibi,
Baby got eight more lives,

Baby got orange hair,
Baby got a secret lair,
Baby got an army there,
I ain’t ever seen baby scared

Baby got a satellite,
Baby got second sight,
Baby got a masterplan,
A foolproof master plan

Baby got a crystal ball,
Baby doesn’t care at all,
Baby’s having too much fun,
Baby got an atom bomb (x4)

A mother fucking atom bomb,
Baby got a Fleet at sea,
She’s got a submarine called Emergency,
She got a motorcade,
She got a monorail,
Going coast -to -coast on the Campaign Trail
Playing deck of cards in an armoured car
She got a Kung Fu star as aher bodyguard
She got a Ju Ju Charm
She got a magic spell
She got a genie, all threes is working well
She got a tv show
She got a shopping mall
She got a miracle, she doesn’t want at all
She got a monument, at a great expense
She got a Head of State, and a President
She got destiny, she got supremeacy
She got everything from A to Z
She got it all down tight
She got nothing wrong
She got the whole wide world
Singing baby’s song

She’s Trump, baby. (Not worth formatting. Google fluke atom bomb if you like.)