Mad Vlad Gone Bad

Read the room and wind your scrawny neck in, Mr Putin Mark my words, the West are gonna stick their size ten boot in No-one here has fallen for your good-for-nothing plan So pop your pacifier in and get back in your pram Heed the world, the Bulldog and the mighty Uncle Sam We’ve seen through your bravado, it’s all arrogance and sham You brag about your weaponry to stifle our rebukes But you won’t get your way by simply mentioning your nukes For that's some twisted logic just to get what you desire When if you blow the place apart and set its bones on fire The only prize that you will win, as far as I can see Is a massive crater where your hopes once used to be There’s bullets with your name on, any one could leave you dead Should a sniper plant one in the middle of your head Perhaps a comrade soon will smear your door knob in the night But read my lips you cretin, it ain’t gonna be Marmite There is another option that you could attempt of course Which is whipping off your shirt and then cavorting on a horse You tried that once before and looked a proper numpty then I have to say you’re looking like a numpty once again