Alexander the Great vs Ivan the Terrible Songtext
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Alexander the Great
Versus Ivan the Terrible, begin

Look alive, crème de la Kremlin′s arriving
Try to serve Ivan, no surviving
You're a Land Rover, I′m a land expander
Here to hand you your first loss, Alexander

I'll school you like Aristotle
Smack you harder than you hit that bottle
You're nothing but an overrated lush, I′ll crush ya
I′m the first tsar of all of Russia

You're an asshole with an anastole
I′m heaven-sent, divine and holy
So don't even try to approach the God
Or you′ll get a huge sack like Novgorod

Hey, fella, swell diss
But now you got the Panhellenist from Pella hella pissed
Stepping up's foolish, as well as useless
Little Vasilyevich, let me spell out the list


I brought foes to their knees in Phoenicia
Breezed through Gaza to Giza
Had the Balkans, Persia, Syria, Iraq
And Pakistan in my expansion pack

While you died in the middle of a game of chess
You got vodka bars flavorless
And what I′m 'bout to spit will be the craziest
So go fix me a drink so I can stay refreshed

Kudos, Greek for the glory I got
From winning every single war that I fought
So this will be straight-forward
I'll take up this sword that I brought
And slice you in half like the Gordian knot

And I′ll soar to the top like the eagle
Whose feather I would sport in the helmet that I wore
As I swatted my many enemies, shattered ′em like a porcelain pot
And they'd be praying for the torture to stop (ah!)

But I would leave ′em contorted, and they'd be screaming and roaring
Until their vocal cords were torn up and shot
And I would holler, "Bucephalus", hop on my horsey and trot
I win, Ivan, I vanquish, I′m an immortal, you're not


Enough
I don′t stand a chance against your skills
На здоровье, a drink to your victory
Yes, I will
It seems no one can defeat me
I weep, it's all so easy
Ooh, what's wrong? I feel a bit queasy

Ha, you′ve been poisoned
Oh, the pain is unbearable
My stomach′s riddled with holes
Ugh, I'm terrible
There′s no great who could defeat this Russian
Psst, what about a flute-busting Prussian?

(Old Fritz, Old Fritz)
(Old Fritz, Old Fritz)
(Old Fritz, Old Fritz)
(Old Fritz, Old Fritz)

I'm Frederick the Great, out the gate, first servant of state
Oblique attack tactics ain′t exactly straight
I've got creative talents and battle malice
Hard as steel on the field, genteel in the palace

Russia′s fucked up, but no wonder why
With your tundras and taigas and bears, oh my
I would pay a guy to tear out my eyes
If I had to look at your troll face every night

Now, bring me my chair
I'm weary from tearing you a new derrière from here to Red Square
Fought a Seven Years' War, I ain′t scared of a tsar
′Cause beating you only took me 12 bars

Oh, what a humiliating defeat
I know when I am beat
So, of course, take a seat
I'd keep ripping you to shreds, but I′ll take a break instead
And just rest my little head, why don't you drop dead, Fred?

Hmm, my expectations were a lot higher
But at least I saved the rubles on the garrote wire
It′s another great day and another great victory
'Cause no great can beat me
What about me, Pompey? Yeah

Macedonians, Prussians, and Romans
Those aren′t worthy opponents
It takes a Russian to take down a Russian
I'm Cath, I'm a cat, you′re a rodent

How are you the head of our state
When the state of your head was such a crazy one?
Such sick shit going through your brain
That you stuck a spike through your own son (ooh)

You′re unbalanced, like I unbalanced
The European powers with the wars I waged
I brought the Russian Empire
Straight out the olden days and right into the golden age
I'm the boss bitch that you just can′t meddle with
This whole battle's like Alaska, ′cause I settled it

Mmm, what a beautiful queen to beat me in a battle
"Accept this gift, Your Highness", I hear you
Enjoy the saddle

That horse story is a pile of shit
Though I do keep 'em chomping at the bit
But you′re never gonna get it, нет
Couldn't spin in my chamber if this were Russian roulette

I'm picking up where Peter the Great left off
Bringing sexy back to House Romanov
So don′t call me "Queen", I′m far more great
Empress to tsar 8, bitch, checkmate

Who won?
Who's next?
You decide
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