Lyrics:
soviet mental kisiel
Prawda gorzka jak chwila słońca tu krótka
W Polsce sprzedaje się tylko godność i wódka
Prawda gorzka jak chwila słońca tu krótka
soviet mental kisiel
Prawda gorzka jak chwila słońca tu krótka
W Polsce sprzedaje się tylko godność i wódka
Prawda gorzka jak chwila słońca tu krótka
vomittor of tangible fear
Sought by mankind's depravity
Expendable soviet explorers marooned on the uncharted
Mission to obtain this deadly new anomaly
Disgraced Soviet officers
Cowards prone to flight
Stripped of rank and honour
We can't escape our plight
Advancing in a frenzy
My burning eyes see red
Into
then just had to look
At the words, and here's what he read:
“Dear Soviet Masters, I know we'll prevail
That perestroika scam's worked out great
Saddam
I'm holding so
I'll take that now
Thanks, Sani Abacha, the boy golden
Face bloated, wrists frozen
When he wave from outdated Soviet tank
Don't be
Bitch, I'm ultimate
When I flow, I drop bombs like a Soviet
Not a communist, but I'm anonymous
Zero tolerance if niggas talking shit
Now you talking,
KITT's
Engine and assemblin'
A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin
Benchpressin' a Soviet missile
I got a posse of henchmen
Recruited from an alternate
Time
Thrown off by decoys who
Dropped the maricon off
My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War
Machete you to confetti
And blow your brain to cole slaw
A roll
siada koło mnie
America mówi do mnie zrozumiałem
Rozejrzałem się i mówię Sowietskij Sojuz
Soviet Union on się cieszy ja do pełna mu nalałem
Jak raz
now (soul now)
But the pain reminds me that I'm still up for the fight
When every day is colored in Soviet grays of sorrow (sorrow)
I'll hold onto
A chemical weapon, a malicious deadly agent
from behind the Iron Curtain.
To further Soviet supremacy
and punish detractors, for certain
Five
Original soviet et les corps combinent;
Ça glisse, ça suinte comme la margarine.
Sois suave et classe comme une caucasienne
Qui danse Kalinka comme une
choć byłbyś po nocce, wpadam jak Buka na dobranockę
Stare, a nowe, a nowe, a stare na nowo tą modę jak post soviet
Konie wyścigowe z kapkami na boki,
the Soviet Union,
When a thug took the wheel in the confusion.
The crowd lashed out - misread Rasputin.
Now the chaos is reigned in by the one called Putin.
of phlegm
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across
to die
Cos the city's on fire
I can feel myself burning
What's the Soviet Done
The sky has no sun
People run
Through the streets
See the bodies
Lay beneath
plots
Steady blocks with ready rock
Got both eyes on the prize when getting that Fetty Wap
My Soviets on point
Posted with opiates
On that toaster shit
soviets
Let your missiles fly
And you americans, get off your asses
Let's see those bombers make some passes
More ICBMs
Gelasius
I'm from where Soviet weapons still decide elections
Military is like the Mafia, you pay for protection
Catamite, sex tours, is what the country
Take your brother down to the sea,
Have two's on a cigarette.
Young sons mozy it happily
Learn facts on the soviet
A crowded room that holds just
the sun America
Hello British Empire
Hello Roman Empire
Hello Soviet
There is a new kid in town
Joining the gone down
Finding what you found
Treading
untoucha-
Bull come through like the soviet union then bust ya
If you know ___ it means ya get stomped out much faster, plus plaster
Your face against
You made us all feel safe at night
When you bombed the soviet missile site
A million cannons couldn't keep you away
Got off in the black Porsche
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