#hamilton textposts

James: hey dadd-t-thomas, can you pass the salt

G Wash: *spits water*

Phillip: you can’t have a young’s man blood on your conscious if you’re not conscious

I may not live to see our glory

But I will gladly join the fight

And when these fangirls tell my story

No John Trumbull (cut song): “Vice President John Adams sends his regards he won't be joining us, he had to be home in Massachusetts for family reasons” “Tell him to stay home!” “He can do the same amount from there!”

Take a Break: “Angelica, tell my wife that John Adams doesn’t have a real job anyway.”

I know him: “John Adams?” “That can’t be, that’s that little guy that spoke to me” “That poor man they’re going to eat him alive.” “President John Adams...Good luck!”

An open letter (cut song + extension of ‘The Adams Administration’): Literally the whole song is just Hamilton wrecking John Adams...Here is the entire song

“An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President John Adams” “The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league with Britain in some vast international intrigue.” “Bitch, please! “You wouldn't know what I'm doin', you're always goin' berserk but you never show up to work. Give my regards to Abigail next time you write about my lack of moral compass, at least I do my job up in this rumpus.” “The line is behind me, I crossed it again while the president lost it again. Aw, such a rough life better run, tell your wife “Yo, the boss is in Boston again!” Let me ask you a question, who sits at your desk when you're in Massachusetts? They were calling you a dick back in '76 and you really haven't done anything new since. You're a nuisance with no sense, you'll die of irrelevance.” “Go ahead, call me the devil, you aspire to my level, you inspire to malevolence. Say hi to the Jeffersons and the spies all around me maybe they can confirm. I don't care if I kill my career with this letter, I'm confining you to one term: Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker!