Dreadman has no sorrow 'bout the dacha place
Golly he just loves that murder man
Dreadman's minions with Russian spies interface
Because that's the Muscovian Candidate plan
Gold man, he ho for Czar, likes the spawn of
Evil Soviet Union
Troll man, he ho for Czar, likes the spawn that's
The Union-KGB son

Dreadman's got no problem with the crimes of war
Of his buddy, who's out there killing
Gapes so he can open up the verbal door
And out adorations for his pal come spilling
Opens he up his maw for his Czar pard, out comes an encomium
Gold man, he ho for Czar, likes the spawn of
He who'd remake the Union

If you’re troubled and fear that this gnome will wreck our home
Loves a thug who's all id, used to run Breitbart
A hard-on for Alex Jones
And Foxsters, mobsters

Happy may his fiats make the marketplace
Dreadman's already loosened the hand
On Street oligarchs who will pillage apace
And scammed will be most fans who for him took a stand
Old man, he ho for markets that went far
Down the road that led to TARP.
Troll man, he cause more TARP? Some say so, harp
About bottom-feeding carp

If you're troubled and fear he who drones will wreck our home
Got a couple of kids who ain’t very smart
Uday, Qusay as they’re known
Then there's Ivanka……………………….

Happy may his fiats make the pallid race
Who to that hue hew and raise right hands
'neck man Duke has a smile on his pasty face
As do white supremacists all over the land
Troll man, he ho for garments of white, garb
That at their meetings they don
Gold man, he ho for Czar, likes the spawn of
The KGB and Union

And if want a Hun, take troll man sweet on Czar