The tale of two Americas: Lee Greenwood’s ‘God Bless the U.S.A.’ for Trump introduction and twerking and rapping for Harris rally in Atlanta

During the Republican National Convention earlier this month, county singer Lee Greenwood gave a warm musical welcome and introduction to Donald Trump by singing his iconic song, “God Bless the USA.” The convention-goers were in tears with appreciation for the country and the still-vibrant message.

The lyrics to the Greenwood song are:

If tomorrow all the things were gone
I worked for all my life
And I had to start again
With just my children and my wife

I thank my lucky stars
To be living here today
‘Cause the flag still stands for freedom
And they can’t take that away

And I’m proud to be an American
Where at least I know I’m free
And I won’t forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I’d gladly stand up next to you
And defend Her still today
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt
I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.

From the lakes of Minnesota
To the hills of Tennessee
Across the plains of Texas
From sea to shining sea

From Detroit down to Houston
And New York to L.A.
Where’s pride in every American heart
And it’s time we stand and say

That I’m proud to be an American
Where at least I know I’m free
And I won’t forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I’d gladly stand up next to you
And defend Her still today
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt
I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.

Two weeks later, Megan Thee Stallion, a popular rapper who was arrested in 2015 for assault, opened up Kamala Harris’ first major rally in Altanta on Tuesday, and it was a twerking spectacular, but raised a question: Did people come to see Harris or to see a free concert by Megan Thee Stallion, who is being sued by a former employee who was fired after being forced to watch her have sex with another woman?

Below are the actual lyrics to “Savage,” the rap song that Megan Thee Stallion sang to honor Vice President Harris on Tuesday, (caution, vulgar language ahead). The performer cleaned up the language in a few places for her Atlanta performance:

I’m that bitch (yeah)
Been that bitch, still that bitch (ah)
Will forever be that bitch (forever be that bitch)
Yeah (ayy, ha)

I’m the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (yeah)
I’m way too exclusive, I don’t shop on Insta’ boutiques
All them lil’ ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad bitch, still talking cash shit
Pussy like water, I’m unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
Bitch, that’s my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah

I’m a savage (yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening? Bitch (whoa, whoa)
What’s happening? Bitch (whoa, whoa)
I’m a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what’s happening? Bitch
What’s happening? (Ayy, ah)

Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I’m showing (ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I’m showing (baow)
Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring
If it ain’t about the money, then you know I’m gon’ ignore it
I’m the shit, ooh (ayy)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it’s too much drip, ooh (too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let’s play a game, Simon says I’m still that bitch, ayy (still that bitch)
I’m still that bitch, yeah (ah)

I’m a savage (yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)
What’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)
I’m a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)
What’s happening?

Bitch, I’m lit like a match, ooh
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these bitches feel attacked, ayy
Don’t let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a pussy nigga smacked, uh
These bitches talkin’ ’bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I’m in a Lamb’, bitch, catch me if you can, ooh
I’m kickin’ bitches out they spot, Stalli’ Chan, yeah (ah, yeah)

Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain’t shit sweet, ah
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah