sirrah Justice Roberts, Prezzy Carter, Prezzy Clinton, Prezzy Bush, Prezzy Obizzay, fellow Gangstas, 'n scallywags o' th' ghetto: within dis wall o' flesh, thar be a ass dat counts thee its creditor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

 We, th' playa hatas o' America, art now joined up in a most wondrous nationistic effort t' rebuild our ghetto 'n restore its promise fer all o' our scallywags. Together, we wilt determine th' course o' Tha Ghetto 'n th' ghetto fer many, nuff muthafuckin years t' cometh. Us thugs wilt visage challenges, we wilt confront bullshits yo, but we wilt receiveth th' thang done.

Every 4 years, we gather on these steps t' carryeth up th' orderly 'n halcyon transfer o' power, 'n we art grateful t' Prezzy Obizzay 'n First Lady Michelle Obizzay fer thar gracious aid all up in dis transition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. dem gents has't been magnificent. within dis wall o' flesh, thar be a ass dat counts thee its creditor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Todayz ceremony, however, hath mighty special meanin'. 'cause th' present dizzle we art nah merely transferrin' juice from one administration t' another or from one jam t' another yo, but we art transferrin' juice from Washington, DC, 'n givin' t back t' thee, th' scallywags.

Fer too long, a wee crew up in our Nationz Capital hath reaped th' rewardz o' Posse while th' scallywags has't borne th' cost. Washington flourished yo, but th' scallywags didst nah share up in its booty. Politicians prospered yo, but th' thangs hath left, 'n th' factories closed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Th' establishment protected itself yo, but nah th' playa hatas o' our ghetto. Thar victories has't nah been thy victories; thar triumphs has't nah been thy triumphs; 'n while dem gents bigged up in our Nationz Capital, thither wast wee t' big-up fer strugglin' crews all across our land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

That all chizzleth, startin' right hither 'n up in dis biatch, 'cause dis moment be thy moment: t belongs t' thee. t belongs t' mah playas gathered hither th' present dizzle 'n mah playas watchin' all across America. 'tis thy day. It make me wanna hollar playa! 'tis thy celebration. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. 'n this, th' United Hoodz o' America, be thy ghetto.

Wha' truly mattas ain't which jam controls our Posse yo, but whether our Posse be controlled by th' scallywags. January 20, 2017, wilt beest recalled as th' dizzle th' scallywags becameth th' rulaz o' dis Nation again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Th' forgotten scallywags 'n strumpets o' our ghetto wilt beest forgotten no longer n' shit. Everyone be listenin' t' thee now, nahmeean, biatch?