What do you know about these stuff,
That makes me go into death ooooff!
When you'll learn that uniqueness is the only way?
When you'll know that some crimes are the only way?
I don't even know, but if you can't rhyme too well,
You're not going to have well mood for building well.
So which stuff, which way, which well describes you?
The answer to this one is - in Russia terrified are you!
So don't even try to cheat your fate,
Or you'll have even worse fate.
What? You just wrote not enough, my friend?
No worries, I can make you dead, my fiend!
So give up your hope, give up your will,
You won't stand long against my will,
You won't be able to kill anyone by just pointing stuff up,
But oh, you're so wrong, words are enough to launch someone up,
And then he'll plummet all the way down,
And he'll have his grave down!
What about freshness, you said you had.
Nothing, it spoils, like all the forgotten fruits Earth had.
It's more like flies and crows are feeding on this body,
It's less that others will identify somebody.
But one is sure, when you're helpless,
You can't really cheat the time, you're powerless!
So what do you know about these stuff,
That makes me go into death ooooff?