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 fuсked 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