Comrades. America is a warehouse, where the revolutionary ideals of
your forefathers are f****** bought and sold in the alleyways of
capitalism. If I hear a chopper, you're dead. Comrades, if a fox
stole your chickens, would you slaughter your pig because it saw
the fox? Can't afford to be crying anymore now, I don't want you to
be crying to me ever again never do it, not as long as you f*****
live. I'll show you how soviet dies. The hate will burn you up, it
keeps me warm inside. Comrades kill all of them, every last one of
them. Die yankee, die.
your forefathers are f****** bought and sold in the alleyways of
capitalism. If I hear a chopper, you're dead. Comrades, if a fox
stole your chickens, would you slaughter your pig because it saw
the fox? Can't afford to be crying anymore now, I don't want you to
be crying to me ever again never do it, not as long as you f*****
live. I'll show you how soviet dies. The hate will burn you up, it
keeps me warm inside. Comrades kill all of them, every last one of
them. Die yankee, die.