cool mustache

Wario

try messing with the Mad Monk

you’ll be sorry, yo

how many dictators does it take

to turn an empire

into a union of ruinous states

it’s a disgrace

what you did to your own people

your Daddy beat you like a dog

and now you’re evil

you’re from Georgia

sweet Georgia

and the history books unfold ya

as a messed up mutha fucka

bent in the mind

who built a super power

but he paid the price

with the endless destruction

of Russian lives

if you're the man of steel

I spit kryptonite

big dick mystic

known to hypnotize

I could end you with a whisper

to your wife

Look into my eyes you perverted witch

see the soul of the man

who made Mother Russia his bitch

you think I give a fuck about my wife?

my own son got locked up in prison

and I didn’t save his life

you got off

easy when they pickled that moose cock

I’d leave your neck in a noose

in a trench and shot

your whole family

shot

all your wizard friends

shot

anyone who sold you pierogi

shot

starve you for days til you waste away

I even crush mother fuckers when I’m laid in state

pride of Lenin took Trotsky

out of the picture

drop the hammer on you harder

than I bitch slapped Hitler

I have no pride for you

who ruined everything my revolution

was doing to stop the bourgeoisie

I fought the bondage of classes

the proletariat masses

have brought me here to spit a thesis

against both of your asses

let me start with you there

Frankenstein

looking like something out of R.L. Stine

it’s hip hop chowder red over white

cause the Tsar’s wife can’t do shit tonight

and Joseph you were supposed to be

my right hand man

but your loyalty shriveled up

like your right hand man

our whole future was bright

you let your heart grow dark

and stopped the greatest revolution

since the birth of Marx

knock knock knock knock

Did somebody say birthmarks?

yo I’m the host with the most Glasnost

assholes made a mess

and the war got cold

shook hands with both Ronalds

Reagan and McDonald's

no doubt

if your name end with ‘in’

time to get out

I had the balls to let

Baryshnikov dance playa

tore down that wall

like the Kool-Aid man

Oh Yeah!

you two need yoga

you need a shower

and you all need to learn

how to handle real power

did somebody say real power?

Da

you want to mess with me?

I spit hot borsch

when I’m crushing these beats

blow it up like a tuba

while I’m balling in Cuba

doing judo moves and schooling

every communist sukkah

I’m a president in my prime

my enemies don’t distract me

the last man who attacked me

lived a half life

so comrade come at me

you don’t what you’re doing

when you try to bust a rhyme

against a mind like Putin

you’ll find that the ex-KGB

is the best MC

in the ex-CCCP