Master Of Muppets (Putin's Yanks The Chains)

Listen up, you fucking sheep, there's a story to tell, About Putin, that bastard, and his puppets from hell. In the Kremlin's dark heart, a master of deceit, Vladimir Putin, the cunt who loves to cheat. He's got Musk on a fucking leash, dancing for show, But Elon's just a tool, Putin's favorite ho. Musk, with his head so far up his own ass, Thinks he's the king, but he's just Putin's class. In this so-called free land, where democracy should reign, Putin's pulling strings, making us all insane. Putin yanks the chains, Musk and Trump, his fucking marionettes, Sowing discord and chaos, with every move they make, they bet. Elections are a farce, bomb threats, and ballots fucked, Musk's money buys votes, while our freedom's chucked. Trump, the orange fuck, with his ego out to space, Sprays Putin's lies like he's the master of disgrace. He screams about election fraud, but he's just the tool, To rip apart our government, make it look a fool. Musk struts around, like he's the god of tech, Exerting power, like he's some unchecked wreck. But behind that smug face, there's no real control, Putin's the fucking puppet master, the one with the soul. Cutting services, leaving us in the dark, Sewing division with his poisonous remark. From social media to space, Putin's got his grip, Musk's just a fucking puppet, a ship in his slip. They call it democracy, but it's just a game, Rigged from the start, by Putin's fucking name. Election interference, like a virus spread, While Musk's billions buy votes, leaving us all dead. Bomb threats to scare us, keep us all on edge, While Putin laughs, watching us beg. Look at our leaders, these fucking clowns, Dancing to Putin's tune, as he brings us down. They're traitors to the core, with no fucking shame, Playing in Putin's game, they're to blame. Putin yanks the chains, Musk and Trump, his fucking marionettes, Sowing discord and chaos, with every move they make, they bet. Elections are a farce, bomb threats, and ballots fucked, Musk's money buys votes, while our freedom's chucked. But let's not forget, we're not just sheep to shear, We've got the power, we've got the fucking fear. To stand against this tyranny, this foreign control, To fight back, reclaim our soul. So here we stand, in this fucked-up land, Watching our freedom slip through our hands. But remember this, you sons of bitches, one and all, We'll fight back, against Putin's thrall. For every string he pulls, we'll cut one down, In the end, it's our country, not his fucking crown.