In the final verse as Biden and Trump argue with each other over some nonsense, you can see George Habash roll in his grave until he rises from the dead just to interrupt them:

I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU TWO PHILISTINES [only his head sticking out of the grave]

FIGHTING FOR ANOTHER CHANCE TO BOMB MY FILASTIN! [he climbs out of his grave]

METHINKS YOUR PEOPLE SHOULD SHARPEN THEIR GUILLOTINES,

'CAUSE THE OLDEST PRESIDENTS THAT AMRIKA'S SEEN

ARE STANDING HERE, BICKERING LIKE THEY'RE PRE-A-TEENS!

Now the Doctor's in the House so there's no need to panic

Or get your fans all melodramatic with their semiautomatics

Heh... Xitting "Oh how tragic!", you munitions-funding-addicts

Spending every depression manic-

-ally turning funds to guns, welfare to weapons Greatly Satanic

Why don't you call that stage magic!

"Too soon"?

Yet another shooting will happen by noon

Four score more in Ghazza'll die while you just sit and goon

And what are you planning, filling your Cabinet with silver spoons

While Muslims go without food, regardless of the state of the moon?

Now, I'm a Christian myself, but Jesus turned water to wine

He didn't turn the water toxic, did he, like you did in East Palestine

[Biden: It's pronounced "Pal-uh-STEEN"]

Oh sorry, was I being too mean?

Is saying shit wrong more sacred to you, than your own Nazarene?

Al-Hakeem

Is here with his new diagnosis

And it would seem

Your land is on the verge of mitosis

A "national divorce" is what ol' Marjorie said,

You're on the verge of parting the states into the blue and the red!

Well I'm red, well-read, more re(a)d than you'd ever know

And if you wanna keep al-Lidd on this sitch, then you better go

And FUCK OFF, both you two Unpopular Affronts,

And let the working people rule, instead of you old, useless—

'Cause if there's one truth self-evident, since my land was ruled by Turks

It's that a two state solution...

DOESN'T! FUCKING! WORK!

[WHO WON! WHO'S NEXT! YOU DECIDE!]