Rules by fear, that is clear
He’ll turn lights out on civilians then cheer
Jets his jeans at genocide
His core desire’s that more expire
With nuke arms he’s replete
Might use ’em when he is in killing heat
The world’s dealing with a psycho
Who just might blow
Let’s hope not so

O’s in Bucha kill thrall!
He craves more Bucha kill thrall.
Stench o’ death always surrounds him
Lapdog bunch o’ clowns around him
Oh, that Bucha kill thrall!
He craves more Bucha kill thrall
Killing kids and elders, what a piece o’ cake
From the genocide he’ll never take a break
O’, O’, O’, O’s
When in Bucha kill thrall

A kid dies, a sprig rise
He kills to compensate for a very small size
Pressed are lips
To his hind
By the quavering slaves that kiss
It’s pure fear they all share
Kissing caca cowards of the Russian bear
If they don’t, they’ll too lose lives
Their kids get knives, raped are their wives

So like Bucha kill thrall
When he’s in stooge-t’-kill thrall
Downs the kissass clowns around him
If with death they don’t astound him
He will move to snuff all
That don’t heed his murder call
Off ’em obeisances they’d better make
Or necks and bodies gonna painfully break
Croak, croak, croak, croak all ho’s not in his thrall